
six hours later (after gallons of beer, a argument over pizza, and a 'incident' with our letting agents) we came across a stray barrel of lager at the bottom of our road.."mate, we've struck gold! quick..RUN!"..

what's inside?..

thick slimey gunk! the dregs of the pub..

ahh..the barrel held soo much promise..

the end (8.30pm)..

thanks to Jimtendo for the photos.
1 comments:
hopefully the bin men will take the barrel this morning..when i say take i mean drink.
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