Not sure whatās interesting here. Prince Charles has denied he is in the RA. We have to take him at his word.
kinvara passions postings rights are removed
[QUOTE=āKinvaraās Passion, post: 1143839, member: 686ā]I am logging this on behalf of my mother.
Name: Prince Charles
Location: Our house (on back road that youād barely fit 2 cars on)
When: about 2 hours ago
Other Details: The ould fella was moving a few cattle when he spotted a squad car coming towards and told him to pull in. The cop told him there was need to clear the road in the next 10 minutes. He rang the mother and she ran out into the lawn and rang me just the entourage was passing through. Charles gave an ould wave. The ould fella continued to unload the cattleā¦ or so he told me.
@The Selfish Giant Was Charles working here mate? Feel free to tell me to fuck off.[/QUOTE]
Were they Limousine cattle? He had right to hunt to lot of them down the road towards where Charlie was coming from.
@The Selfish Giant
I have a potential spot from Monday night involving a number of rogbee footballers. Iām reticent to post it knowing the policy regarding these tards, but itās embarrassing for the apes involved.
Please advise me on the proper method of dispensing with this spot(s).
[QUOTE=āFran, post: 1143968, member: 110ā]@The Selfish Giant, Iāll field this one.
Post away @Blake[/QUOTE]
its ok @Fran, i have it
Post away @Blake
Is this temporary or should I rebrand?
temporary
some NLP should help you revalue what happened today
[QUOTE=āThe Selfish Giant, post: 1144007, member: 80ā]its ok @Fran, i have it
Post away @Blake[/QUOTE]
Great adjudicating 
[QUOTE=āKinvaraās Passion, post: 1143839, member: 686ā]I am logging this on behalf of my mother.
Name: Prince Charles
Location: Our house (on back road that youād barely fit 2 cars on)
When: about 2 hours ago
Other Details: The ould fella was moving a few cattle when he spotted a squad car coming towards and told him to pull in. The cop told him there was need to clear the road in the next 10 minutes. He rang the mother and she ran out into the lawn and rang me just the entourage was passing through. Charles gave an ould wave. The ould fella continued to unload the cattleā¦ or so he told me.
@The Selfish Giant Was Charles working here mate? Feel free to tell me to fuck off.[/QUOTE]
Thatās a spot - Charles never worked a day in his life.
:rolleyes:
I heard that @Kinvaraās Passion 's auld fella was tugging his forelock furiously
Who: Various members of the Leinster rogbee team, including Jamie Heaslip, Sean OāBrien, Marty Moore, Jack McGrath, the Kearney brothers, Devin Toner and Isaac Boss (amongst others)
When: Sunday night/Monday morning, circa 12.30am
Where: Everleigh Gardens nightclub
Attire: Various degrees of Cuntish, ranging from the chic, fuckboi look of Heaslip to the roasterish jeans and tee of OāBrien
Other information: The rabble barreled into the uppermost area of the club, clearly already hammered and presumably on some kind of end of season bender. Heaslip lead the charge to the bar and immediately ordered a number of the cunty watering can drinks available there. The crowd of about 20 were acting the dick from the get go, roaring at the bar staff, groping girls within reach and talking shit to the jabronis pathetic enough to be impressed by their presence. Some of the highlights included a scuttered Marty Moore slipping whilst leaning against the bar, Toner getting pissy over some girls surreptitiously taking photos beside to illustrate his height and one of the squad members crashing and burning when trying to lure my girlfriend away from our table.
The visit of the group was short-lived. After suffering their antics for about 40 minutes, a line was crossed with the bouncers when a bottle of champagne was produced, which was immediately shaken F1 podium style and sprayed all over the upper level, with any gobshites with beers joining in. They werenāt long for the place after that. An entertaining interlude to the night.
[QUOTE=āBlake, post: 1144112, member: 1755ā]Who: Various members of the Leinster rogbee team, including Jamie Heaslip, Sean OāBrien, Marty Moore, Jack McGrath, the Kearney brothers, Devin Toner and Isaac Boss (amongst others)
When: Sunday night/Monday morning, circa 12.30am
Where: Everleigh Gardens nightclub
Attire: Various degrees of Cuntish, ranging from the chic, fuckboi look of Heaslip to the roasterish jeans and tee of OāBrien
Other information: The rabble barreled into the uppermost area of the club, clearly already hammered and presumably on some kind of end of season bender. Heaslip lead the charge to the bar and immediately ordered a number of the cunty watering can drinks available there. The crowd of about 20 were acting the dick from the get go, roaring at the bar staff, groping girls within reach and talking shit to the jabronis pathetic enough to be impressed by their presence. Some of the highlights included a scuttered Marty Moore slipping whilst leaning against the bar, Toner getting pissy over some girls surreptitiously taking photos beside to illustrate his height and one of the squad members crashing and burning when trying to lure my girlfriend away from our table.
The visit of the group was short-lived. After suffering their antics for about 40 minutes, a line was crossed with the bouncers when a bottle of champagne was produced, which was immediately shaken F1 podium style and sprayed all over the upper level, with any gobshites with beers joining in. They werenāt long for the place after that. An entertaining interlude to the night.[/QUOTE]
Fucking cunts. In had a similar experience with the Brisbane Lions back in 2003.
The Brisbane Lion rode your missus?
[QUOTE=āBlake, post: 1144112, member: 1755ā]Who: Various members of the Leinster rogbee team, including Jamie Heaslip, Sean OāBrien, Marty Moore, Jack McGrath, the Kearney brothers, Devin Toner and Isaac Boss (amongst others)
When: Sunday night/Monday morning, circa 12.30am
Where: Everleigh Gardens nightclub
Attire: Various degrees of Cuntish, ranging from the chic, fuckboi look of Heaslip to the roasterish jeans and tee of OāBrien
Other information: The rabble barreled into the uppermost area of the club, clearly already hammered and presumably on some kind of end of season bender. Heaslip lead the charge to the bar and immediately ordered a number of the cunty watering can drinks available there. The crowd of about 20 were acting the dick from the get go, roaring at the bar staff, groping girls within reach and talking shit to the jabronis pathetic enough to be impressed by their presence. Some of the highlights included a scuttered Marty Moore slipping whilst leaning against the bar, Toner getting pissy over some girls surreptitiously taking photos beside to illustrate his height and one of the squad members crashing and burning when trying to lure my girlfriend away from our table.
The visit of the group was short-lived. After suffering their antics for about 40 minutes, a line was crossed with the bouncers when a bottle of champagne was produced, which was immediately shaken F1 podium style and sprayed all over the upper level, with any gobshites with beers joining in. They werenāt long for the place after that. An entertaining interlude to the night.[/QUOTE]
Toner was dead fucking right.
Page 506 of this thread is a new low. I am very concerned at the adjudicating performance of @The Selfish Giant
Of course, the malignant influence of @Fran is at work here again.
[QUOTE=āFitzy, post: 1144183, member: 236ā]Page 506 of this thread is a new low. I am very concerned at the adjudicating performance of @The Selfish Giant
Of course, the malignant influence of @Fran is at work here again.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=āBlake, post: 1144112, member: 1755ā]Who: Various members of the Leinster rogbee team, including Jamie Heaslip, Sean OāBrien, Marty Moore, Jack McGrath, the Kearney brothers, Devin Toner and Isaac Boss (amongst others)
When: Sunday night/Monday morning, circa 12.30am
Where: Everleigh Gardens nightclub
Attire: Various degrees of Cuntish, ranging from the chic, fuckboi look of Heaslip to the roasterish jeans and tee of OāBrien
Other information: The rabble barreled into the uppermost area of the club, clearly already hammered and presumably on some kind of end of season bender. Heaslip lead the charge to the bar and immediately ordered a number of the cunty watering can drinks available there. The crowd of about 20 were acting the dick from the get go, roaring at the bar staff, groping girls within reach and talking shit to the jabronis pathetic enough to be impressed by their presence. Some of the highlights included a scuttered Marty Moore slipping whilst leaning against the bar, Toner getting pissy over some girls surreptitiously taking photos beside to illustrate his height and one of the squad members crashing and burning when trying to lure my girlfriend away from our table.
The visit of the group was short-lived. After suffering their antics for about 40 minutes, a line was crossed with the bouncers when a bottle of champagne was produced, which was immediately shaken F1 podium style and sprayed all over the upper level, with any gobshites with beers joining in. They werenāt long for the place after that. An entertaining interlude to the night.[/QUOTE]
thats a spot
all rugby players shown in a negative light are allowed
I distinctly remember Rob Copeland taking a serious liking to one of my mates girlfriends which left him rather uncomfortable at the time.
I was young and single pal with not a care in the world. 