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Allow me to be the voice of disent here.

I believe that rant was taken word for word from a tea towel bought in Skegness in 1972. It's certainly not very original.

Oh, and should you happen to accidentally spill your beer on my children, we'll mop it up, and you'll skulk back to the bar muttering to yourself, and pony up for 3 more pints yourself. And next time, look where you're fucking going.
( Not Pineapple anymore, Tue 9 Mar 2010, 14:15, 1 reply)

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Considering I wasn't even born in 1972, I think not. I couldn't give a toss if it's original - if I wanted originality I'd inflate spiders and paint them with my own tears. It's the voice of every adult drinker in the pub - see the replies for details.

Your children spill my beer, you pay. It really is that simple. They shouldn't be there in the first place, and they shouldn't be loose if they are, so if they run into my fucking knee, then it's your fault.

No one except you likes your kids. It's a harsh fact, but a true one.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Wed 10 Mar 2010, 16:56, closed)