At the pub with my old mate from the regiment, wanted to discuss some war crimes we did back in Iraq but he says he doesnt remember and changes the subject to how short the bar slut is. Took ages to get served because some spastic couldnt count past 5 and find his seat. The miget bar wench practically had to hold his hand and walk him to his table. Thought he was gonna explode so I had my phone on him just for laffs. Slut gave my mate her phone number with our second order. might get overserved.