Before the Where is my Cabana Boy Island Jay shirt besides I will buy this ban, there had been a manager who had been there years but after the ban, the manager never seemed to last very long. So like clockwork, this charming pub gets this new publican. It was not long before she got herself a bit of a reputation. the word went around that she liked the men. Apparently, she would select a few customers after legal closing times, close the pub and serve ‘afters’ so to speak. Serve alcohol after hours to a select few customers. The word went around that this select few were predominantly men and ones she had her eye on. She had a terrible reputation of getting drunk during these ‘afters’ and flirt with the men. Invite the chosen man to her bedroom after the other select few in this pub had gone home. A different one most nights or so was said. There was a 3rd party there, probably a sister of the patient who had smartly called 911 when she recognized that “aura” type stare on the patient’s face when he went silent mid-sentence. This young epileptic man fell into a full tonic-clonic seizure. It ended after about 45 seconds. For a worried mother, this was probably an eternity. I’m assuming that it was during this short time that we got the call to respond. Someone had informed this mother that what you do next is stick an object like a pen or… her finger… in the patient’s mouth to take control of his tongue. Well… unfortunately, he went into a second seizure and promptly bit his mother’s finger off, unwillingly of course. Long story short, both parties get appropriately treated and safely transported to the hospital with the finger on ice. Tongs were used to fish the finger out of the patient’s mouth. I will explain later why this is very lucky. “But they will swallow their tongue!” No they won’t.
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Oh my gosh, I think to myself. I just knew that the Where is my Cabana Boy Island Jay shirt besides I will buy this situation looked dodgy. A partner of a woman I knew, looking all disheveled, emerging from the side door of a pub, at 6.45 am with a woman half-naked that is hanging out of the upstairs window and shouting innuendos so to speak to him. A woman who is renowned for sleeping with customers. No, I did not say something. I kept out of it. I had my own issues to deal with. The woman I knew and her partner, the one I am talking about, the part within the same year. They are both with different people now. What happened to the publican I do not know, she lasted a few years then disappeared. I did hear she stole some of the takings and was sacked but I do not know that for sure. That was the rumor though. I used to work at a care home that was only up the road from this pub. I would pass it to get to work. One morning I am traveling to work in a car. A work colleague has given me a lift. We both pass this pub and I think I see someone I recognize, my colleague is not driving fast as it is a residential road. I then turn my head to look closer. As I pass it is the partner of a woman I have known years, not a close friend but I have known her years. It is only 6.45 am and her partner is coming out of the side doors of this pub. His hair looks all ruffled up. Then as I continue to study things, I see this Publican, this woman of this pub hanging half out the top window, she is half-dressed from what I can see, looked like some black lacy petticoat. Breasts half hanging out of it. She also looks disheveled. I then hear her shout loudly, YOU HOT DOG, YOU!