[QUOTE=“dodgy-keeper, post: 1020382, member: 1552”]The 2014 All-Ireland senior football final.
Gaelic football hipsters will say it was intense, a game of chess, absorbing, intriguing. It wasn’t - it was complete dog shit from start to finish. Wrong, very wrong.[/QUOTE]
It was tension filled apparently
Wanker.
Incorrect statement
They interviewed some Kerry fella on the news last night he declared it the best game of football he’d ever ever seen.
Some bint in work just asked another bint, “heeeeeey, how was the vay-kay?”
I presume she’s asking about a holiday but I think she should have the head boxed off her
[QUOTE=“Mac, post: 1020754, member: 109”]Some bint in work just asked another bint, “heeeeeey, how was the vay-kay?”
I presume she’s asking about a holiday but I think she should have the head boxed off her[/QUOTE]
Maybe it was code for va-jay-jay, and the other one had a scorching case of thrush.
I’m sitting (on my own) at a bar in Brussels and some stark raving lunatic is shouting obscenities in French across the bar at me. All I can make out in merde and garson. The same cunt interrupted my dinner at a restaurant down the road. I’m running out of battery now so I’m going to have to stare into space instead of into my phone
I am trying desperately not to make eye contact
I’ve taken the liberty of translating them for you Fran. Merde means “shit” and Garson means “cunt”. I’d go over calmly and then roar into his face “Who the fuck are you calling a cunt?”. Get up in his face good and proper. That will quieten the fuck out of him.
RTE trying to make a Channel 4 type programme about Alcohol
Glass the cunt, Fran. You’re hardly afraid of a fucking Frenchie, are ya?
After 3 Leffe I’ve made my peace with the cunt. I’m actually enjoying his company now
Was there a mirror?
There was an amazing waitress, unbelievable tits and ass, yoga pants style. I could tell she wanted me, but alas I am a married man
Why was he shouting at you Fran? He seemed to follow you as well.
I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again, you are a gentleman, Fran.
He was acting like a homeless alcoholic, but he was well dressed and presented. He was also carrying a crutch and was very laboured in his movements. He was quite obviously mentally deranged but the bar staff kept serving him.
I’m not sure why he was shouting at me, wrong place wrong time possibly. The fact that he ended up in the same restaurant and bar was pure coincidence I would say.
Thank you horsebox, I’m so glad we are friends again