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DRINKERS THIN ON GROUND AS SEASON OPENS
DAY SAVED BY KLEAGLE, ROBEMASTER, MYSTERIOUS STRANGER
IS THIS THE FUTURE?
The once mighty King of the Jungle, friendless, alone, his legendary strength sapped, his now pathetic body twisted and racked with pain. Is this the end of the Kleagle?
Is this the end of what was once the mightiest and most potent force in the fight against creeping suburbanism, bourgeois morality and political correctness? The All Adelaide Drinking Club?
Has the establishment triumphed?
The once mighty King of the Jungle, friendless, alone, his legendary strength sapped, his now pathetic body twisted and racked with pain. Is this the end of the Kleagle?
Is this the end of what was once the mightiest and most potent force in the fight against creeping suburbanism, bourgeois morality and political correctness? The All Adelaide Drinking Club?
Has the establishment triumphed?
NO!
So long as just one drinker stands in the front bar of the of the Crown and Anchor every Thursday night, throwing back cheap pints and chatting with Jessie the delightful young barmaid, so long as one embittered drunk mutters "Fuck you" to the powers that be, so long as one class has to be VERY quiet on Friday morning......
HOPE IS NOT LOST
But the Kleagle, the Robemaster and Warren's Dad can't do it all! Get in there this Thursday and do your bit!
You owe it to humanity!
HOPE IS NOT LOST
But the Kleagle, the Robemaster and Warren's Dad can't do it all! Get in there this Thursday and do your bit!
You owe it to humanity!
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