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- Sat Feb 15, 2003 9:13 pm
#56940
Whilst sipping a fine vintage from a branch of yates, a rather large bloke and a tanned dishellved chap sat on a table three metres away from my self and a work collegue. I paid little attention as i slobbered into my pint and stared at my mates breasts (his girlfriend wasn't to impressed). As they walked towards the bar to get a few more drinks in, l looked over to the table directly in front of me where the two chaps were sitting. I went to look away after a while but did a double take.
Is that who I think it is?
Tanned, covered in stubble with a noticable * accent...this could only be one person.
Briiiiiinnggg on the babes beppe!
I cannot be 100% sure.... but by god if not thats one hell of a tribute act. Since draught beer was off for a while, I had succumbed to drinking buweiser from a bottle. Low and behold who was not only indulging in the same sort of venom (budweiser) but was also syncronising each raised arm and slurp along with the trash almost symbolising a mutual respect for each others work. He had finally witnessed the charisma and pulling power of the piowmaster...realising that his puesdo italian charm and womanising skills was not going to cut the mustard in stevo's back yard, he briskly left the premisis. Of course not before he gave me one last acknowledgment of respect as Peggy Mitchell propped me up with another lager.
Now you may be thinking, 'is this one of those surreal posts?'. I can assure you this actually happened today (apart from the peggy mitchell bit).
Is that who I think it is?
Tanned, covered in stubble with a noticable * accent...this could only be one person.
Briiiiiinnggg on the babes beppe!
I cannot be 100% sure.... but by god if not thats one hell of a tribute act. Since draught beer was off for a while, I had succumbed to drinking buweiser from a bottle. Low and behold who was not only indulging in the same sort of venom (budweiser) but was also syncronising each raised arm and slurp along with the trash almost symbolising a mutual respect for each others work. He had finally witnessed the charisma and pulling power of the piowmaster...realising that his puesdo italian charm and womanising skills was not going to cut the mustard in stevo's back yard, he briskly left the premisis. Of course not before he gave me one last acknowledgment of respect as Peggy Mitchell propped me up with another lager.
Now you may be thinking, 'is this one of those surreal posts?'. I can assure you this actually happened today (apart from the peggy mitchell bit).
