So me and my mate were down the local pub the other day and closing time was near. It was almost empty and the young bar lady was wiping down all the tables while telling the remaining few that they're about to close up now.But this one drunk dude, slurring and not even walking straight, thought he's in with a chance! The night's almost over, one last go to pull!
As young-bar-lady lets him know they're closing soon, he starts some some small-talk culminating with the magic line in his irresistible drunk cockney accent...
"YERR WANA GO FORRA FRUUCCKINN DRENKKK?!?"
Yeah. That's gonna sweep her off her feet that is.
