It’s like being you, mate.
It’s shit, bucko.
Never touch it
, so funny
It breaks up the monotony of life pal as I’m sure you know only too well while your drunk.
Other then that it’s a pure curse on the pocket.
We had a visit this evening from a more elderly (than myself) neighbour who came with a bottle of Crested Ten. The usual offerings were offered but he insisted on the C10. Grand says I and off we launched thinking he’d pack up after a couple…
No fear, he recalled days and doings that I’d never heard of, tales of neighbours with strong RA affilionations (known) and
fallouts from secret romances. Fucking seriously deep shit as all the time we alternated between with/without ice…
His claim to fame he tells me is that he was born on a great occasion, the day of the “Thunder & Lightning” hurling final and the declaration of WW2 by Chamberlin. Entertaing stuff but a solid stretch of whiskey is a bastard of a doing…
Was up your next of the woods last weekend Boxty. Carrick is a wild spot.
Wait till you visit Mohill…
Just off the fucking charts today.
Give it up mate. It’s not worth it. I’m 1 month clean today.
I’m not far off that train of thought tbpfh. It’s just not worth it. A stag tailended with an Ulster Final though, i regret nothing.
Fuck that, these are the days you’ll look back fondly on in your dotate, not sipping some fucking coffee reading the Sindo as you watch some cock like the Ashes or the Golf.
Go hard or go home. Congrats yesterday, shame to be exiled on days like that no doubt.
It hurts pal, it hurts.
Ouch.
Signing In. Out Fri night, Wedding BBQ on Sat night and then Thurles yesterday have left me shook.
still a bit shaky today
I’m feeling very down this morning and think I am going to curl up in a ball on the couch rather than go anywhere, such as, say, Croke Park, today.
I’ve just read 145 comments on the Mayo GAA blog website review of the match, which didn’t help.
+1 to the first part
What happened to your paw?
i broke and dislocated a finger hurling last weekend