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clarifying International drinking rules
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Baron Samedi gets it down
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I've obviously come up with something brilliant
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8 pint Pat
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the die is cast
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Twisted son of knick-knack
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before the pain starts
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farr, near
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yeah Bob's like SO in to this
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More Evil
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Evil + fake blowjob = vomit
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Minister for Evil
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polishing off a fine
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Ben calculates how many brain cells he has left
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aw, just scratch him behind the ears and he'll go straight to sleep
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He's thinking "how can I get a 6 foot claymore at 6pm on a Saturday night in central london..?"
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pat in giving good face moment
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pat invents some reason not to drink but fails
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Bung Deetle
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Evil vs. Legal - the wilderness years
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PhD maths student fails to graps simple rules
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Evil fears no tequila, Tequila fears evil
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a pearl of wisdom, lost to the ages
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usual suspects
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kiss my axe
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sweating and shot in the arse repeatedly