Our Shack is a great place to hang out, generally. But like everywhere, we have our 'dissident elements' (as Monty puts it). These are our two Stern Uncles. They are inseperable, and stand in the shadows, scowling and bringing down the vibe. Many a time has one of Dan's hilarious potato jokes fallen splat on their miserable mugs! It's like they're the humour vortex or somethink. Many a time I've urged them to stop being Stiff Herberts and to put on a slinky little bikini, but they just beat the living crap out of me for that. As for poetry nights - well, you can forget it."Poetry's for poofters son," they snarl.
Uncultured oafs! Still, we don't let the Stern's get us down. We laugh whilst they punch us, and do all our silly shit, regardless.
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