Shot of empty pub. Shot of clock on wall showing 8 o’clock. There is a bored looking barman flicking beer towels at peanuts trying to get the nuts to land in an ashtray. A fat man walks in and approaches the bar.
Fat man: “12 pints of Guinness please chief.”
The barman starts pulling the pints and after the third, he looks at the doorway, expecting several more people to be on their way in to join the fat man. The fat man just shakes his head at the barman, grabs a pint of Guinness and downs it one go.
The barman just keeps lining the pints up on the bar for his thirsty customer.
Cut to clock on wall again, this time it is showing 8.15.
Cut back to fat man on his bar stool with 11 empty Guinness pint glasses in front of him on the bar. He finishes of his twelfth and slams his glass down on the bar to join the others. He is still being watched incredulously by the barman.
Fat man: Do you sell shorts?
Barman: Yes, of course.
Fat man : Well, have you got any in a 38 waist, then? I’ve just sh@t these.
Fat man: “12 pints of Guinness please chief.”
The barman starts pulling the pints and after the third, he looks at the doorway, expecting several more people to be on their way in to join the fat man. The fat man just shakes his head at the barman, grabs a pint of Guinness and downs it one go.
The barman just keeps lining the pints up on the bar for his thirsty customer.
Cut to clock on wall again, this time it is showing 8.15.
Cut back to fat man on his bar stool with 11 empty Guinness pint glasses in front of him on the bar. He finishes of his twelfth and slams his glass down on the bar to join the others. He is still being watched incredulously by the barman.
Fat man: Do you sell shorts?
Barman: Yes, of course.
Fat man : Well, have you got any in a 38 waist, then? I’ve just sh@t these.
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