had one just there in a conference room, walked out with the laptop shielding excaliber, was wearing a jean so it was restrained somewhat
anyone ever get these? not as frequent now but was brutal when i was younger
I thought this was going to be another celtic tiger/ lack of planning regulation thread.
I was very wrong
[QUOTE=“mickee321, post: 1096989, member: 367”]had one just there in a conference room, walked out with the laptop shielding excaliber, was wearing a jean so it was restrained somewhat
anyone ever get these? not as frequent now but was brutal when i was younger[/QUOTE]
carryharry is one.
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Not as prevalent a problem as it once was but it does rise its meaty head every now and then in strange surroundings.
[QUOTE=“artfoley, post: 1096991, member: 179”]I thought this was going to be another celtic tiger/ lack of planning regulation thread.
I was very wrong[/QUOTE]
:D:clap:
Yeah i’d get them unwanted sometimes but just think unsexy thoughts.
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Avoid the team huddle. Hide it in your cubicle.
“A Jean” 
Hat tip to you sir! 
On the bus was always a likely spot. Usually just as you get to your stop. Motion boners as they were known back in the day.
Had an oul bitch of an irish teacher in second year, hot wan but a bitch. Used to have us up writing up the aimsir fháisteanach on the board. She used to walk round looking for lads pitchin tents before she handed them the chalk to get up to the board. Got off on it the sick bitch.
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Sounds like she mugged you all off. Right and proper.
It was like keeping a puppy in your underpants
A secret puppy you weren’t allowed to show to anyone
Not even your best friend or your worst enemy
You wanted to pat him stroke him cuddle him
All the time but you weren’t supposed to touch him
He only slept for five minutes at a time
Then he’d suddenly perk up his head
In the middle of school medical inspection
And always on bus rides
So you had to climb down from the upper deck
All bent double to smuggle the puppy off the bus
Without the buxom conductress spotting
Your wicked and ticketless stowaway.
Jumping up, wet-nosed, eagerly wagging –
He only stopped being a nuisance
When you were alone together
Pretending to be doing your homework
But really gazing at each other
Through hot and hazy daydreams
Of those beautiful schoolgirls on the bus
With kittens bouncing in their sweaters.
An obvious one but I get them in Jacuzzis quite a bit.
I didn’t know it was possible to go into a jacuzzi and not get one.
Kinda bitch that stands at the edge of a bar in a boozer waiting for some desparate lad to buy her a drink.
whats your ice breaker line mate?
“Mine’s a Kroneberg, thanks love”
Maybe just happens to lads who like stuff being blown up their hole?
Possibly, Mac.
Maybe.