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come out, richard |
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he prefers to talk at us |
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Sean Connery, before he left the UK permanently, would sometimes show up at a local's pub and quietly nurse a drink by himself. Most of the locals generally knew to leave him alone, but one night, after a few too many, some discussion; someone got up the the nerve to go up to him and ask: what was the best shag you've ever had? He did not reply verbally; he merely glared. The man apologized and sat back down with his mates. A few minutes later, the whole moment seemed all but forgotten. Then Connery is done with his pint. As he's walking over, he approaches the men. Then, he says quietly: "Petula Clark. Up the arse, summer of 1967." Then he walks out the door. |
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