Dearest Patrons I shall dearly miss your warm bottoms, witty chitty and clinky plunk. How I will long for greasy headrows and hair dye to be smeared upon my sides and back plates. Oh the times we have shared! For oncey time ago I was nowt morely than an after a kickings out plaything and confuzzle spot, ocasionally providing means of further flunged boozeltipping down necksies in lands afar aparts. But these few lasting months you have engathered me as a friend. A part of your throbbly fold. You have shared the intimatey's, the cackly chuckchuckles, buckloads of tears, a slighty thump or two and the rare splish of your emboozelment (Ha! What a drunkload i did get!). And now it seems it all muzzle come to large and teary ends. How I pains! Well, I thank you and bide the lollyfolk a safe passage. Thanking you again deary friends, Never has an old booze stop been happier. You shall all be missed. Farwell. Outside72(a)
