"Two pints of your finest ale, my man, and a tonic water for the lady."
"You condescending creep. You are banned for life."
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@ 2009-03-24 – 20:23:18
"Two pints of your finest ale, my man, and a tonic water for the lady."
"You condescending creep. You are banned for life."
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