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just another work day down at the bar drinking a few professionally pulled authentic fake irish pints... poured into half litre glasses... doing nothing more strenuous than not falling off my bar stool...
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...chilling out with my cool new american-esque friend erica. who confessed to me the other day that she was 'legally insane' (either she has an italian drivers licence, or she was just confirming she was born in america)
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due to the very busy nature of the bar on this particular night, ivonne seemed to have little time to entertain me. so instead, i had to drink. lots. unfortunately, it was a fairly long wait until lorraine turned up, which may account for the camera shake.
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finally, after a tortuous three hour drink filled wait - lorraine turned up! naturally the bar erupted in torrents of joyous cheers and jovial activities. it was almost as if people were glad she was leaving...! this clearly was not the case however...
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ok. so free cake probably increased the false sense of people being glad to see her go... - we really will miss this fine example of irish barmaid class. the cake was delicious though. the free champagne was not.
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one glass of bubbly and erica's anyones. lorraine decided to stick to the woodys. having seen the damage they can do though, i'm not entirely sure it was such a good idea... damn she's cheeky!
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and there he is. the reason we now have to put up with steve behind the bar giving us grief. what a lucky B.....
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a final effort to stop lorraine from leaving didn't result in any great success... apart from being a rather nice turn on. what a cheeky pair. only made more beautiful by all the memories of pulled pints and bacon flavoured salty treats. mmmmmmmm bacon
farewell...
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