Smoking cigars Riding Horses
Gambling in the town of Epsom, London.
Drinking Blacks Spiced Irish Rum.
Romancing in the middle of nowhere.
Slitting throats and faces with the razor blades.
Betting on the fates of poor and labor working in coal.
Calling few whores to deviate and kill powerful men.
Promising them this would be the one last time.
Doing magical spells on the horses to win the Race.
Robbery is the least bothering issue when they’re already rich people by doing bad things.
Blasting pubs and houses to get insurance.
Beating black and blue in the boxing ring till they die.
Rage is all about it.
Loving one woman who is the mother of your children.
There are no excuses
There are no next times
There is and will be always one certainty and that’s this “HAPPY HOUR.”
Give it a toast and celebrate with champagne 🍾
May this happy hour remain forever.
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