People live above Pocket Bar, so you better not have a good fucking time.
Sit down, order your Pimm's and lemonade and shut the FUCK UP.
Otherwise the Pocket Police will rock up in skinny jeans, slung below that tuft of hair between their ______ and _____sack, to arrest you for socialisation with intent to fornicate.
But, um, Pocket Bar closes at midnight every night. Who’s in bed before 12 on weekends anyway, apart from you and i?
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