Crocs in the street!!

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Crocs in the street!!

4 February 2009, 15:48

Strewth Sheila!

Manager of the Albion Hotel in Normanton, Donna Smith, said a four-metre (13ft) crocodile had been seen stalking residents and dogs in the flooded main street.

She also warned the town was expected to run out of beer in two days.

"We can put up with a lot of drama, no fruit and veggies, but nobody wants a pub with no beer,"

Si posse, recte, si non, quocumque modo rem
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4 February 2009, 16:19

Pint of your best please and make it Snappy.........

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#3

4 February 2009, 16:21

That story is a load of old crock...

Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.

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#4

4 February 2009, 16:23

Oh, it's lonesome away from your kindred and all
Round a campfire at night, where the wild dingoes call
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so morbid or drear
As to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer.

Me, me, me...
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