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ou talk to the woman ,looking rather dumbstuck at the sight of a man on her bed stark bollock naked, with an underpants on his head, a rather large pair at that and she'd been wondering where one of hers were gone off the washing line. As you try to explain she turns her head around while still planting her eyes firmly on you and shouts in a rather urgent but controlled tone of voice "Lads come HERE, NOW it's happened again, now you know why the bed is so horribly moist, you look down, it's a deep maroon colour the men eneter, they are all wearing berets and blue and white stripy t-shirts the horror hits you like a 500 ton mongoose on a bad day, they are WINE-PRESSERS
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