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Published: September 17th 2012
The road is long.
Some time had past since we had seen the bloke cutting the grass and we were nearly at the shop when we stumbled across a local bar called The Red Hawk. I think you have been there once or twice. After a blazing row with the pregnant one in the middle of the street I managed to persuade her that we should probably stop for some refresments (after all it was nearly 11:30am). The weather today is scorching, really glad I wore my shorts and took my sunglasses.
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david r nicholaon
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very funny
Keep up the good work.x ive also been to that pub last sat nite for last orders with some kid called trucker, he said he knew a kid called harnett. think this trucker kid bought two rounds and i didnt spend out, which.was nice....