Alright.
So to get kicked out I,
1. Put my jumper on inside out.
2. Was being overly noisy in the gambling room.
I was not stumbling around or making too much of a fool of myself (minus the jumper - which nobody told me about).
This obviously balding-sad-excuse-for-a-life bouncer came up to me to ask how much I had to drink, I lied, as you do, then he told me I had 10 minutes. He leaves.
At this point I get my act together and quieten down, not realising I was being too loud.
Another overweight shit kicking bouncer is now stalking me, waiting for me to make a wrong move. I could see it a mile away. I had my 'blinkers' on and was fine for my last 10 minutes. 10 minutes pass and I still get told to leave after showing exemplar behaviour. Friends make the shitty excuses stated above, and I pretty much storm out.
If it were any one of my friends I would have left with them, no doubt... As I said it was 12am and the night was winding down.
I got home and an hour later I am on the internet. Low and behold my mate who was at the pub was on facebook too! They must've left within the hour of be being ejected.
Poor form, friends.
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