It's been a long time since I have written this bloody thing and nearly just as long since I had a friggin pint of Goodness. It's a long too since I've been in da Oak, I don't know if the place is even still there. Once a bastion of ecological glory, the home of theosophy, philosophy, a haven of vagabonds, practitioners of the black arts, lecturers, lecher's, leechers, ligers, tiggers and tigers.
I would put up with the smell, the bad company, jokes older than the bible. Repetitive stories and tales of a mind numbing nature from the Representatives of the Republican Repetitive Party who appear regularly to repeat their stories repetitively....
I would put up with price going up nearly every week and the service going down even faster. The Tarts, the farts
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