Matters regarding Limerick, Limerick Pubs, No Culture allowed

Are they even allowed pile it that high? It’s ugly as fuck. At least Hegarty’s place is in the middle of an industrial estate rather than the main road into the city.

The pile on the dock is also Hegarty’s

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Most of the explosions are caused by the petrol being left in the car before it is cut up. On occasions gas cylinders are left in the boot or hidden under the seats and again aren’t spotted by the boys and - BANG.

The fires are usually caused by the slack heap (useless dirt left over after the cars are shredded and all the useful stuff segregated) is left to smoulder and finally ignites if the weather and wind are right.

The first thing they do is drain whatever fluids oil/petrol out of the vehicle.One of the squareheads obviously forgot and boooom.

Tom Palmer is running wild around Limerick.

??? (is this is a failed Home and Away reference )

It’s a beauty, that’s what it is.

If you say so boss.

(Googled Tom Palmer Arson - Up jumps articles about a JOHN PALMER character in a show I haven’t seen in nearly 30 years)

Oh shit yeah it is John. :flushed:

Deary me.

The arsonist has burned down the Silvermines. Next stop, Nenagh.

We are well used to gorse fires in west Limerick . Typical drama queen townies .

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Never drained the petrol out apparently.

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The first thing they do is drain whatever fluids oil/petrol out of the vehicle.One of the squareheads obviously forgot and boooom.
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We have the bunting up to welcome @KinvarasPassion to Kilmallock today. Don’t rob any cattle.

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Is Saturday still just for calves in Kilmallock?

Used to be. He’ll be admiring different kinds of heifers today though.

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:joy::joy::joy::joy:

Thanks Pal. I’m putting on my best suit for ye.

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Jesus @balbec. Kilmallock getting great publicity in the last week. A minnow like myself there last week making way for TFK royalty today.

I nearly walked on top of Tom the busker this morning at the milk market as I rounded a corner. Here he is a few seconds later from a different vantage point. He had a fellow busker with him performing some kind of indecipherable musical duet.

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I spotted the two lads as well, they haven’t a musical note between the pair of heads. Poor old Tom usually looks completely bemused when that other fella is around. They were murdering the wild rover last I heard.