It’s between St. Stephen’s Green and Trinity.
He never is
Cunts, the lot of ye. I wasn’t going to bother but yeve giving me the longing
Et tu Brute
Cunts
I bought four yesterday and had two for tonight.
Its beautiful tack.
Cunt
Are you in Cork pal?
I’m not even going to apologise for it
Gloating cunt
Fuck off you jealous thirsty cunt and leave me enjoy a beer
It’s Thursday mike sure you may as well
And fuck that cunt that invented predictive text
By the way, I hope youre fucking proud of yourself. I wasn’t going to have any alcohol tonight. But you and your flash beer just had to tip me over the edge. Goading cunt
It’s the Thursday of the week before the senior hurling final, Mike. If you can’t have a few beers and shoot the breeze online about the big game, sure you’re only in the ha’penny place.
Two big games this weekend alright. Would love to see Monaghan make it through on Sunday.