A bloke walks into a bar and orders a gin and bitters.
The weedy little feller next to him snorts and says, "Only sailors and tarts drink pink gin."
The little feller suddenly gets a prod in the back and when he turns around there's a massive bloke, covered in tats and shaven headed glaring at him. "My old Mum drinks gin," says the man mountain in a threatening voice.
The little bloke swallows and smiles brightly. "Oh yes? Which ships did she serve in?"
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Pete
