Apparently, in Britain, there has been a massive increase in callouts to help drunken seagulls. It is believed the naughty little scavengers have found themselves a nice pile of brewery waste somewhere. One rescuer complained the birds stunk of alcohol and their van smelled like a pub. Bless. The gulls are sleeping it off at the RSPCA.
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hello friggin loon its dennis the vizsla dog hay i do not no wot we shud do with the drunken seegull but dada sez that wotever it is it must be dun earl-eye in the morning!!! wotever that meens!!! ok bye