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The pro's shop was between the clubhouse and the golf course and got the full blast of it. "Awesome," said Darren. The sound was almost as loud in the beer tent, where Millicent, along with everyone else within a mile learned that Lord Nose and the Bogies didn't give a shite in the middle of the night and didn't give a wank in the middle of the bank, but never did find out what they didn't give a fuck in the middle of as just after the start of the third verse she fainted. "You'd better move her outside," advised the Lady Captain to Millicent's father and his friends as soon as the song had ended and she could hear herself speak, "where she can get some fresh air." Mr Captain had been returning from the beer tent when the fusillade of S, W and F-words hit him, a phenomenon that had left him absolutely mortified and had made a very large contribution towards spoiling of his day. His mortification however was tempered by the relief that it hadn't happened in the presence of the Mayor. He now made for the clubhouse and Daddy Rhythm to ensure that that terrible prospect could never come about. |
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