This job drives you to dark places⌠id fear the worst truth be told.
One thing thats annoys me is when you get short changed in the bookies. Youâd want to calculate exactly what youâve won. Some of the women in some shops havenât a clue
The change over the electronic dockets fucked a few of the more cuntish bookmakers on track too.
Plenty of times as a young lad youâd have to stay there waiting with your hand out for them to give the last note. Theyâd be hoping you wouldnât know what odds you were on at, or what you were due.
Losing the will to fight in there more like
My father worked nights 7pm-3am for 25 years FFS.
You were lucky. We lived for three months in a brown paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six oâclock in the morning, clean the bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down mill for fourteen hours a day week in-week out. When we got home, out Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!
Awful banter
You alright mate, youâre acting like an awful bitch today.
Me jocks are on back to front. What do you think?
Will you not find a public toilet ffs sake, those Leviâs jocks have a pouch in front like all jocks, I dunno how you managed that unless you were making an escape.
What sort of a weirdo would go into a public toilet?
Itâs a Cork thing
Your daughter didnât inherit your genes, mate?
Youâd wonder is your man a midget or the daughter a horse of a girl
If she is built like a horse can we assume she takes after the wife what with Brimmers immaculate genes?
hahahaha
What did he do?
Was he a pimp?
Post office
Aer Lingus charging fucking âŹ70 to check a bag.