Up the hints
Drink the hints
I like the hints
Down the hints
Fooking hints
Twenty pints
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Have you got the ‘no pussy blues’ Flano?
No Hints for me. Just in after the graveyard shift.
I’ve broken out… Fuck. The. World
Tom Barry’s?
If any of you cunts fancy yourself call into bar Pigale… And I’ll knock your head clean off.
Next door, kid.
Whereabouts is that pub pal?
Cork, kid.
You wouldn’t bate eggs you cunt. I’d put your fucking head through a wall.
It’s full of steamers mate, enjoy the cocktails. Try that one that comes in a tanora can.
You probably would bud…we’d go for pints after it and have a right laugh anyway.
Quartier Pigalle. What a place
Free bar. You faggot.
Be careful with the hoover afterwards for God’s sake.
Free Bar - Log out and enjoy kid.
What time are you heading out for a few pints?
We’re saving at the moment pal for the big day.
Haven’t been out in ages to be honest…
Pilgrim Hill on after Miriam. Good flick.
I do know there’s a group of 60 lads on a stag in Killarney as we speak from the liberties clique.
I fear for the locals down there…