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It was your typical night at Erin's pub. There were 8 or 10 of so of us standing around listening to Irish music, having a few pints and chatting with people along the bar. We started talking to this guy, Trevor, who just got back from Ireland and was telling us all about what it was like over there; the culture, the music and especially the drinking. Now Trevor just happened to be a flaming gay. He sounded gay, he acted gay, he even drank gay and wasn't trying to hide it. We didn't really care; we were talking to somebody who actually toured the Guinness plant. We didn't care if he had two heads. That is except for Andy. He was just stood there without saying a word looking all pissed off and irritated. It was obvious that he was didn't like what was going on. But the rest of us kept on chatting about beer and Ireland. After a while Trevor said he was calling it a night. He finished his pint, pulled on his coat and started to leave. As he passed by Andy he pinched Andy's ass and bolted out the door. Andy went all cross-eyed and speechless. We nearly died laughing. So whenever we'd get geared up to go to Erin's we'd tell Andy that he might get lucky and meet his new boyfriend there.
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