Apparently it was Ladies Day at that Royal Assbot racingy thing.
And naturally, there was a bit of a punch-up in the champagne bar.
Ooooh - the Battle of Pearl Harbour, re-enacted for us now by the women of Barley Townswomen's Guild, perhaps?
No, it's a full-scale brawl of five blokes!
Hold on - Full scale brawl with only 5 yahoo yobbos?
Hold on once more- blokes? on Ladies Day? Surely Ladies Day is for Ladies, not burly beefcake boozed-up buffoons.
Or have Them Chippendales gone all mental.
Seems the fellas went wild at the sight of a blonde Pretty, and being neanderthal numptys, fought for the right to drag her off by the hair and ravish her in a cave whilst gorging on barbeque EmilyBronte'sSoreArse steaks.
Sporting toffs demanding fisticuffs and Queensbury rules, with the sneaky use of unsportsmanlike tools such as £98 bottles of Laurent Perrier Rose Champage to glass their opponent with, and chair legs.
Ah, that's where the chippendale came into it!
Still, it would appear that one hulking gorilla managed to get his knuckle-dragging way with the blonde strumpet during the tourney, for according to Sky News "Police revealed that one man ended up with a 50mm head gash during the melee.".
In other words, whilst his cro-magnon mates were duffing each other up, he got to give oral to the sluts 5cm swipe card slot! Far from that chippendale chaise longue, it's chip'n'pie shares tongue!
I'm anti-Racing for the cruelty to horses, but if there's a chance of Posh Bird Gash In The Attic action...
Horse racing? Racey whores, more like!
Whore not, as the case may be!
or something.
