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https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=r_2Jduxc2P8
Moi aussi...
Despite the pub round the corner having at least 1 a night there's never any good ones.
They're so drunk they're swinging and missing more times than my PC heaving a warhammer at those pesky necromancer 'flies on steroids' zooming all round the place.
Trouble is, unlike those pesky necro's, the drunks seem to have at least one foot nailed to the street so they hardly move from the spot, just spin and turn to end up looking the wrong way...
Think I heard that off the straight to dvd movie Biodumb.