Friday night. After a tough week you and your mates go to your local for a well deserved pint. You know how it goes. Work, work, work... and then Friday night...
'A pint of my favourite please, you wonderful bartender.'
'We are all out, I am afraid.'
'....' Yup, that is me speechless. For the first time this year I came for a pint of my favourite and what do I get? Yup! You guessed it. Nothing. Nada, zilch, zip, zero...
Look's like you're not the only one who was disapointed
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