Ho Lee Fuk
You’re weak.
whinge whinge whinge
any chance someone might neknominate you? itll save you “getting back to the gym anyway”
Walked the prom on Beach Road to clear my head-seems to have done the trick.
Depressed after the five goal drubbing your boys took yesterday?
Eh we won mate.
You were whoring yourself out to Arsenal last week, mate. Maybe you’ve changed again this week? I can’t keep up.
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We’ve had enough of Young.
Had around 12 bottles of erdinger last night after getting home from oakwell. The sweat is pouring out of me all day
Stags. Not able for them any more. In an awful way now after three days on the piss. Excessive drinking is a mugs game. 
Will be some dose of the rats and/or fear tonight.
[QUOTE=“dodgy-keeper, post: 917922, member: 1552”]Stags. Not able for them any more. In an awful way now after three days on the piss. Excessive drinking is a mugs game.
Will be some dose of the rats and/or fear tonight.[/QUOTE]
Look at the positives, pal. At least you weren’t in O’Connor Park or The Gaelic Grounds or Stade de France or Old Trafford over the weekend.
Stag was in Manchester, mate.
Every single sporting result went against me this weekend. When it rains it pours and all that… Some depressed state now. (you can hear the violins if you remain quiet enough)
[QUOTE=“dodgy-keeper, post: 917934, member: 1552”]Stag was in Manchester, mate.
Every single sporting result went against me this weekend. When it rains it pours and all that… Some depressed state now. (you can hear the violins if you remain quiet enough)[/QUOTE]
Granagh/Ballingarry won in the U21 yesterday. All is not lost.
[QUOTE=“dodgy-keeper, post: 917934, member: 1552”]Stag was in Manchester, mate.
Every single sporting result went against me this weekend. When it rains it pours and all that… Some depressed state now. (you can hear the violins if you remain quiet enough)[/QUOTE]
I’m here for you, mate.
In quite a bad way today. Actually shaking. Nerves are gone. Having one can and a few sleeping tablets for an early night
Head up pal. Take it all out on your foremen tomorrow. Your the boss.
Apart from the 2.5 hours it took me to drive from Galway to Dublin yesterday, I’ve been drinking constantly since Friday evening. I am hoping the 4 pints of plain I had this evening will reduce the state of panic tonight.
You’re weak. You’ve gone down in my estimation, pal.
I know, pal. You’re the last person I want to let down. That’s it now until the end of May.