Not to be upstaged by the international strawpedos, the women aligned themselves, and attached to the stakeboats. A combination of bacardi breezers and smirnoff ice's were readied and the umpire dropped his flag.
The competition was hard fought, and the result remains a blurry mess. However, that's not the end of the story.
On leaving the pub, with my cousin Randy, I found Miss Green insisting that she travelled home immediately with her beloved Dom. Now most would think that any woman would struggle to resist bundling Dom into a taxi, but on this occassion it was simply to pick up more booze before going to Neil's aftershow party.
The resultant coctail produced one of Bristol most memorable moments...
The sight of Miss Green (our esteemed and exhalted Women's Captain) clinging to a wheelie bin like a babe to its mother! I hear the temptation was strong to close the lid on her head as she vomitted her way through early hours, with stability assistance provided by Bristol City Council's Domestic Refuse Department.
Good work laydee
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