#132748 - We got nearly a quarter mile before Al had to stop to spew up, at least he got the door open first this time, and as he stood there vomiting up what seemed like gallons of foaming John Smiths ale, pasties pizza and the rest who should turn up in a blaze of blue flashing lights but Tony Mulholland, or PC Mulholland as he was usually known. Dad opened the front door and I went down in me Pyjamas, Sandra followed wearing my shirt, My my, so you keep the bike upstairs now then?” Oh very funny1 Sandra lisped, Not! Cut the lip, have you seen this before? he said showing me the rope I last saw wound around the Pedo bloke's bollocks. We went along the tracks for a bit and climbed down by Armstrong street where we had fish and chips at the Chinese take away, like you do, couple of tins of Four X and then went home.
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