The Greenkeeper getting warmed up for his trip to the Chinese Casino...
Day three commenced with a couple of brews for brunch, before we traipsed off to Chrudim for the traditional English lesson for the locals. As no high school bikes were available, the Cheating Czech had arranged for a bunch of Chrudim MILF's to expose themselves to our pearls of wisdom. The initial line up didn't look too promising, though I'd dare say once the Staropramen goggles were on, the Greenkeeper would have no problem with a 4-way goosing.
After an hour of foreplay, the Cheating Czech decided it was time to move from the classroom to a more condusive environ, the pub across the street from the Benjaminak. Drinks duly ordered, it appeared pretty obvious ASBO was the main MILF target. Grudgey tried using his tenous link with Kylie Minogue in a desperate but futile attempt to drum up a bit of business. The probing questioning eventually broke ASBO. He cracked, and stunned the Grudge party by disclosing he was to be married next year! Really? It seems so. In a desperate attempt to shake off the MILF's, ASBO let slip the nationality of Mrs CC. Really? Well, I'm not sure if the MILF's english was improved, but the Grudge team increased their Czech vocabulary by one word! Really, it's true. Really. Outstanding lesson CC.
Teaching done, it was back on the amazingly straight road system of Bohemia for the night's entertainment in Choceň. After a massive serve of sushi, it was off to the Paul Dickov Memorial Bar to see if we could catch Kenny, and meet up with Michael Phelps to discuss his ice breaking swim. The Dickov Bar was boring, even by Choceň standards, so we headed off in search of a dart board to further the now ritual humilation of Phelps and Big CC.
As we emerged from the Dickov, who was hanging out on the balcony of the Chinese Casino? Grudgey immediately burst into Romeo & Juliet, Act 2, Scene 2....
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Georgina is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious Greenkeper,
Who is already sick and pale with grief (in pieces),
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her slag tag is but sick and green....
Whilst the Greenkeper fired up his HUSQVARNA CTH2542T, and got his hedge trimmer ready.
Fairly pointless using the hedge trimmer, as everyone knows that a slag tag and shaved pussy go hand in hand. One follows the other, like night follows day.
Anyways, after assuring Georgina we'd be back, we decided on the Sports Bar, site of ASBO's desperate attempt to claw back a point in Grudge 1 by having a big crack at Barra. Anyway, before the darts, a bit of a test of strength, with the boxing machine. Phelps set the early pace, was passed by ASBO before the Greenkeeper thumped an 833 score to triumph in the non grudge event. Darts was won, and the grudge party cut down to 4, we ventured across towards nam Tyršovo and hit the Chinese Casino.
After renewing acquaintances with Georgina, we hit the roulette table once again, hopes high, beer in hand and the words of the great Kenny Rogers ringing in our ears...
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