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BACK O' PUB
BACK O' PUB
We went into the pub's beer garden to see the illegal vodka factory run by Eastern Europeans.
We dance madly around their lorry and sing, "Give us a drink! We're parched like the Gobi Desert. Don't you know, we drank the pub dry?...
Thursday 5th January 2012 3:18 pm
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