| Comment | For me it was a guy that drank in the Arlginton. He dressed like he was an old Etonian going on a safari shooting or something. One day I mustered the courage to speak to him and asked what he did, and he said to me in a posh, English accent, "I do excellence".
Every time me and my mates went to the Arlington I'd just nod at him and think how hilarious he was sitting by himself getting fuxored. |
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