uncle ten pints nights drive us home. guess feeling weren’t going cras — Frankie Boyle, Shit Life Far

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My uncle would have about ten pints some nights and then drive us all home. I guess the feeling was that we weren't going to crash into anyone, because barely any fucker lived there.

Frankie Boyle, My Shit Life So Far

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