I had a date with a girl from Tipperary last Friday night. She’s quite easy on the eye and very nice but she has a bit of a speech impediment where she can’t pronounce her r’s. Is that an actual Tippewawy accent or just a speech impediment? I’m scheduled to meet her next Friday night for another meal.
Are you for real? Do you really want to go down that road and turn into the next Runt?
Fair play pal. Will you wear a fresh shirt or get another wear out of last Friday night’s one?
ABORT, ABORT.
Why should I be wawy of Tippewawy women?
It became a battle of wills pal. She made the move by practically inviting herself over and it seemed she then expected me to make the next move once she arrived at the apartment. I wanted to display indifference to show I was in charge of matters and it worked judging by her follow up text when she left. Fair enough I missed out on a ride but sure that’s been happening all my life.
Ah I see mate, she is now dancing to your tune. Very well played.
This deserves a ‘FFS sake’ , have you not read an iota of what any of us have said here over the years.
All jokes aside what was the project on and did you help in a constructive manner, bandage?
I never got it, can you condense it into a short paragraph for me as to the perils of Tippewawy people?
Sounds like she has been Dennised.
Sounds like she could be from the North Tipperary Riding, they are short a fair few letters of the alphabet up that side and R is definitely one of them.
Does she have all her own teeth?.
Is her brother her ex? I hear they are into keeping it in the family down that way.
She’s quite attractive, she looks quite Northern Italian.
:lol:
The Wunt.
Ah, she was adopted. That answers it.
Who is that? Italians don’t look like that.
About 8 years ago, I was seeing a girl from North Tipp before for about 3 months. She texted me one Sunday morning to come over to mine for a jump. I had been working the night before and didn’t get to sleep until about 6am but, as is the way of things, I of course said call over. When I opened the front door to let her in, she was wearing light denim jeans tucked into leather boots and a Tipperary jersey. I genuinely felt ill and didn’t even enjoy the ensuing sex. Needless to say that was the last time I ever saw her which is a pity as she had probably the best rack of any girl I’ve ever been with.