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.............you were sat in a bar, pint in hand, watching your beloved Newcastle United getting thumped by Manchester United, and a geriatric old British colonial walked into the bar with a 7ft long dead snake on a stick and tried to drape it round your neck?
Beat the ....... out of him.
I thought about that, but the geriatric bit meant that I thought it a little unfair. The proprietor ended up manhandling him out the door.
Apparently he'd been walking through the village high street with it. It'd been dead for a couple of days so you can imagine the smell...........................
He lives just down the hill from me and he's a colonial relic, walks around in his khakis and polo shirt, has a young(ish) chinese girlfriend, and sounds like he just stepped off a period British film set. He's a bit of a character, but what possessed him to pick the frigging thing up and walk into the bar with it is beyond me.
Strangle him with the snake.
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Why I'd thank him for the gift, invite him to sit down, buy him a pint, and ask him to tell me his life's story. Now that would be a treat. Imagine what he could tell you. "There I was, sailing under Jellyco, not far off the Danish shore. Dead ahead was the Jerry fleet...."Quote:
Originally Posted by Fat Pang
Damnit! I ordered Haggis, not a Serpent-kabob!Quote:
Originally Posted by Fat Pang