You mug.
Fuck
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I’m eagerly awaiting Julio’s musings on the Rats thread as these things can go awry quickly. That’s the advantage rural lads have, a kind of man-cave at the end of the garden with spare fridge, telly, armchair and associated comforts. I don’t know how lads live with any modicum of comfort in cramped houses in urban environments.
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Its not living at all sure.
If you don’t have a wine cooler under the Island, you’re at fucking nothing, nothing at all.
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What way did you cost that in terms of distance to your nearest library Ambrose?
Try that in English, you moron.
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Faggot cunt.
Faggot 
Welcome to the 80s.
Wind it in both of ye
It’s been a cunt of a year
They say the sky’s o’er cities now are burning
People burning coal just for heat
Tony Holohans on the Television,
Says there’s Womens and children dying in the street,
But we’re still living in our own place,
Still trying to fit the Turkey in the fridge,
Still trying carve out a Christmas not a tombstone…
But hey don’t listen to me,
This wasn’t meant to be no sad song,
We’ve sung too much of that before,
Right now I only want to be here with you,
Till the morning dew comes falling through,
Just want a freezer and an island,
And muddy footprints from the land,
And in the evening when there’s no one around
I’ll go to bed with my front door open
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You didn’t turn up for the last fight you arranged on here.
I was collecting a child that time.
He’s not around anymore so we go again.
I’ve a wine rack over the Fridge and now that’s it Christmas there’s actually bottles of wine in it. It normally operates at about 10% capacity
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Who was that against? I think the venue was the People’s Park but I can’t recall the other combatant.
I also remember Kev arranging to fight the Dublin Bay Prawn outside Phoenix Park on the Sunday morning of a Cork game in Croker.
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I believe it was Chocolatemice. Your man fairly pulled in his horns after that episode.
Testosterone is a hell of a drug
Drinks worse to be fair.
You were at nothing on here if Kev didn’t threaten you with a box.
I got the last few bits done tonight. The shopping centre was empty. Like a ghost town.
I’ve a few work bits to tidy up and then it’s a period of ferociously doing fuck all, which doesn’t sound as glamorous given it’s what I’ve done for most of the year this year
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