Ireland is nothing without Roy.
Who buys newpapers these days…
Roy’s mother
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Jesus mate!
Happy Christmas anyway.
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December 26th.
Hugging as an Olympic sport.
Friendship’s free pass.
The day after formality.
Lifelong pals.
Backing losers.
Porter.
As we get older, remembering becomes the finest treasure.
Thinking we’re young again.
An immeasurable joy.
#ststephensday
Roy’s having an epic day at the cathedrals by the sounds of it
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Roy’s output levels have risen dramatically in the past few months.
He’s gone for the Buff Egan bombardment technique which may prove fatal.
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Wanker
That’s one of the Porter Laureate’s best
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Remember when is the lowest form of conversation.
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He’s as prolific as Picasso.
The Porter Picasso.
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And yet the very fabric of what Irish society is built on in the boozer…
Says the fella eulogising Wenger on another thread…
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Attack the post not the poster, please.
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Ooooffffftttt!!!
Roy!!! Roy!!! Roy!!!
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I thought that was going to be one of those acrostic poems like kids write in 3rd class.
The seventh line is the best one there, no embellishment needed. I dont get the 3rd line though?
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And theres more for your mate Weatherall
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imagine trying to get down off that after a slew of porter
Where’s that?