As they call last orders, he’ll walk over to a girl he’s no doubt slept with before, pour half his pint over his own head and the remainder over hers, and with a twinkle in his eye say, “Looks like you’ve pulled again, doesn’t it?
— Karl Wiggins
GRIT The Banter and Brutality of the Late-Night Cab
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