What the fuck would you know about it anyway?
More than you anyway ya swan eating fuck
Na Piarsaigh is box office.
Looks like Breeny baby is after grabbing your mans arse while the photo was being taken.
Hope not, it is his father
Who is the lovely lady in the red top and black skirt.
I couldn’t think of a More suitable hotel for that shower of cunts to celebrate winning the hurling equivalent of the club World Cup. They barred me one night for urinating in a flower pot
What hotel is it?
The Strand. Uppity no-pissing-in-the-flowerpots bunch of latte drinking cunts.
The strand. I was sure that was a Munster rugby stronghold. Thought nap would have a nice pick of a few hotels given they cover half the city.
Where most College grads/balls are on…
It far from uppity. Its a celtic tiger kip. Built with weird shiny materials that people bizarrely think look good.
Anywhere from the Clarion to the absolute to Bunratty.
Never stayed there. Ate there a few times. Adequate is how I would describe it.
And with all that range to choose from we went with the place that doesn’t allow you piss in the flower pots. Unreal.
William O’Donoghue’s sister.
Surely that’s the ma? A lovely bit of stuff