I’d and it’s.
sigh
The real Atlantic, not the pretend one.
where your forefathers were too thick too fish while they were dying of hunger during the famine
Weren’t you lucky that your great great grandmother was gutting fish for the English on Malahide pier back then, and turning tricks for the local garrison at night.
Galway bay flowing into an inlet that divides Clare and Galway. Burren in the background.
That’s beautiful pal.
That’s not a lake
Shit I’ll have to rebrand now
A fine picture, brutal place name spelling however means a mark deducted. 7/10
Similar to the amount of likes your sitting on, I’m giving this an 8 out of 10. Don’t be blaming your son for your terrible conditioning.
I’ve no son pal.
8 is a solid score though. Would you not stick a like on it as well?
Sorry pal I’m a misogynist. I have to be seen to adjudicate impartially, throwing out likes would jeopardise that.
You’re
braz83:Cracking red sky over Dublin Bay from my run* on Dun Laoighre west pier on Sunday evening.
*slow paced jog
A fine picture, brutal place name spelling however means a mark deducted. 7/10
The failure of your brewery means you’re a laughing stock.
That right?
The failure of your brewery means you’re a laughing stock.
That right?
That would be correct, if I had a brewery. Good work mate.
Up Nogra, Up Ireland