Off we went to our local which is only two
blocks from the house.
I got him a Fosters, he didn't like it – so
I had it.
Then I got him a Carling Black Label, he
didn't like it, so I had it.
It was the same with the 1664 Lager and
Premium Dry Cider.
By the time we got down to the whiskey I
could hardly push the bloody pram back home.
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