God Forbid III | In Charge
The landlady is about to spark someone out. She has one arm in a sling and the other on the Guinness tap, pulling pints for a group of lads who have just burst in because the wi-fi at the pub down the road cut out in the middle of Arsenal v Liverpool. She's one of them who resents every customer who walks through the door regardless, so you can imagine her face when one of these cunts bowls in with a full outside drink and stands in the middle of the room, casually sipping it right under her nose.
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