Steve, best left to the reader's lurid imagination! Yes, you've noticed I'm plotless with this one. I will substitute
And thereby met his noisome Waterloo
When, wits awash with whisky, roaring drunk,
He sank his needle in a friend's pet skunk.
Not much better clincher-wise, though. Maybe a bettter competition would be trying to supply the wording or design that Bazza would now be baring on the beach if his tattooist had been less scrupulous.
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