So the goil says to me, she says "Ya drunkard! Take a hoike!" So I scuttle home with me tail between me legs, and as I see the bright eyeballs of a car coming up the road I turn around and put me thumb out trying to hitch-hoike a ride home.

Let me guess: the East Ends's answer to Damon Runyon himself in Brooklyn found.

no apologies to PDQ Bach