BACK O' PUB

We went into the pub's beer garden to see the illegal vodka factory run by Eastern Europeans.                                                                                                                                        

We dance madly around their lorry and sing, "Give us a drink! We're parched like the Gobi Desert. Don't you know, we drank the pub dry? Vodka time."                                                

The Easties open the wagon side curtains and give out the booze.                                                              

A one litre bottle each.                                                                                                                  

We get it on and thank the Albanian and Hungarian gangster illegal immigrants for their Xylene flavoured vodka.                                                                                                                      

It's New Years Eve and we get it on big time.                                                                                     

Excuse me while I pop into the truck's cab with my exotic lady and make love.                               

Then we need more vodka.                                                                                                          

Shame the bar is dry.                                                                                                                                               

Oh my, we're so drunk...