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|style="background:#FFD775" valign="top"|This wet otter is known universally as 'Opeless' Taylor for good reason. He comes round our patch gloating no-one ever adds him to the RG. It's 'cos the RG's shit, mate. You're on our deadbeat list, will that do yer? | |style="background:#FFD775" valign="top"|This wet otter is known universally as 'Opeless' Taylor for good reason. He comes round our patch gloating no-one ever adds him to the RG. It's 'cos the RG's shit, mate. You're on our deadbeat list, will that do yer? | ||
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Revision as of 13:36, 4 February 2013
Deadbeats. They take on all sorts of shapes and sizes. Much like poo. You get the runny ones that smear all the way down, and you get the big ones that it's difficult to pass, and the ones which if you take your eyes off them, they disappear like a ginger in a rusty garage. And we've found much the same. We have a massive list of 'asshats' who've pissed on our chips at one point or another, and, as a result we've taken it upon ourselves to give them a solid fisting every time we can be arsed. Now, you can rest assured that, even with the most dedicated griefer who holds up their Rogues Gallery Platinum Membership card we try and deal with them as fairly as possible. In the main, it's our Knight Watchmen who're the ones entrusted in battering these pillocks into submission as often as possible, allowing our regulars the opportunity to finish their chosen beverages in peace. But that's not to say there aren't risks out there. There are. There's a group of people who want nothing less than to spill your pints, eat your last Monster Munch and park their sweaty backsides on your favourite stool. And as such, the Burchell Arms Regulars provide fr. yr. delectation our abridged version of our deadbeat list, so you can be kept aware of the biggest Finally, in the interests of clarity, and if you're thinking about being a criminal in the North East of Malton; think twice. If you get on our Deadbeat List, we will continue to pagger you until you either leave the North East, or you man-up and apologise in which case we'll all have a chat, a game of cribbage and a nice round of sherries on us. Cheers! STOP PRESS If you see a FOP wandering around, oh BAR chums, just ignore them, with any luck they'll bog off back to their garden and stop irritating us. Cheers.
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