The woman I knew and her partner, the Where is my Cabana Boy shirt also I will do this 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! The best part was rolling back into the Ford dealership with our new car purchased from a Mazda dealer to show the tow truck where our old car was to complete the trade-in. The same Ford salesman actually saw us on the lot and was literally in the middle of greeting us until he realized who we were and saw the new car. He literally stopped mid greeting and walked away. My wife’s friend said she wanted to try on some of my lingerie. I gave her some to try so they could frolic around. When I came back in she was wearing my crotchless panties. Her husband asked if I liked wearing them as much as his wife did.
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I just knew that the Where is my Cabana Boy shirt also I will do 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. So I got a four feet long piece of 18-inch paper, soaked it for a couple of hours and then placed it emulsion side down on his windshield, his car is parked at the foot of my garden making access very easy. I was shocked and exhausted but also a little excited. She was the first baby. None of us knew how you were meant to behave so all my friends came round. And stayed. And stayed. And finally, I worked up the courage to ask them to leave. My sister said `but it´s only nine o´clock` a bit cross as she left and I fell into an exhausted sleep with no supper. A lot more people visited us that day. And so it went on. Harry, as Captain-General of the Royal Marines, did not attend the memorial that paid tribute to the 11 servicemen killed by the IRA in 1989. I have no idea what excuse he gave to the Marines but he can’t have claimed illness as, instead, he went with Meghan to the Disney premiere of The Lion King. Quite apart from the fact that Harry was prepared to give up a long-standing and important engagement as a royal, what kind of wife would expect her husband not to honor such an event? Well, I was working in the photo industry then and mentioned this “parking space war” to some colleagues and was advised that photo paper when well soaked in water and placed face down on a surface and allowed to dry sticks like poop to a blanket.