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deserted Paddington signals the arrival of General Zod. |
Zod
impresses the Navy Seals with the scar he gained from a plastic
cup attack. |
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| The
reaction to news that alcohol in Paris isn't as cheap as that in
the Potters Wheel in downtown Swansea.. |
The
effect of drinking alcohol in the quantities one normally would
if it was Potters Wheel prices. |
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| Slipon
is chuffed as he has once again evaded paying out for a round whilst
shane launches the David Romo enquiries... |
"David
who???" The French kojak replies to Shane's question of "do
you know David Romo?" |
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"Is this place for real? How come nobody knows David Romo?"
snarls Shane |
"At last, somebody who knows David Romo!" Or maybe he's
another queen. |
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| Napoleon
Mcdonald shortly before being called a 'c**t' by a member of the
party who was unimpressed by the kilt & Napoleon esq. jacket
he was sporting. |
The
Seals and Shanus celebrate Slipon putting his hand in his pocket
in true Nixon style. |
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The big JR's reaction after paying #23 for 1 round....the 27th
round of the night
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Shane's ankle after 18hrs of intense consumption |
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"Smile now Shane because you won't be when you eventually realise
that I, Bob Slipon, have fleeced you once again!" |
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| A
white fluid on the face. This type of scene was to be repeated later
that evening... |
"Kisses
& cuddles" it says on the General's grits, this underwear
is very popular in the Townhill region. |
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Wahey it's the monkeeys! Oh, and some brown gibbon/baboon type thing |
A
happy coincidence. We unexpectadly bump into Ray, Zod's mum, in
Paris Zoo |
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No gentlemen, you do not blend in with the giraffes |
hmmm theres some meat on those 3 obese Welsh bastards |
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Rob Rambo: "Don't push me!" |
"no Zod, I wont give you a ride into town. Buy a bus ticket
you tight bastard!" |
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After paying 40 francs to get in Zod expected value for his money.
Here we see elephant, vulture, cockeral and kangaroo. |
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Our accomodation whilst in Paris |
Oystermouth Road on a quiet Tuesday evening. |
