Think Menopaws has run off with Big Jim. I saw her walking up the path earlier, dolled up to the nines and Big Jim was standing there, picking the fag ash out of his string vest. He wolf whistled and Menopaws swooned at his feet. Last I saw, they were driving off in Big Jim's Reliant Robin. Don't think they'll be back tonight Bambam. Don't know how the bar would have managed without you pulling Bishop's Fingers.
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