Staring Contest Champion 45 Years Running

John stared at his pint I mean he really stared at it like he was going to ask it a question that it had better answer truthfully else there would be consequences the sort that a pint of bitter was never going to be ready for no matter how strong it was even if it was a fortified stout or something like that I mean John was really giving this pint a good eyeballing like he was daring and egging on this pint to say one more thing just one more thing out of you you thick liquid cunt and I'll blast you over this table edge so fast you would wish you were born a lemonade don't even mug me off again are you registering all this well look now John here is saying all that with one stare at a bloody pint of beer he just has that sort of hold over things inanimate or otherwise I mean he only has to look at a barking dog and it clamps up to a whimper like it just saw its dog lives flash before its eyes I'm telling you pal John is not a man to fuck with and woe betide anyone on god's green earth who ever dares to stare John back