Gimps setting up Facebook groups for 12 Pubs of Christmas. :mad: :guns:
While this site has matured to the extent that women bringing their newborn babies to work is no longer scorned upon, please tell me that this shambolic 12 pubs lark still remains something which should be ridiculed. It’s close to Arthurs Day on the list of things that really boil my piss.
There’s no avoiding it though BT, Baggot St, Grafton St, Wexford St, Camden St, Georges St, Harcourt St and surrounding areas - can’t think of any place in Dublin 2 that is guaranteed to be free of it. Do the 51 tolerate these weirdos?
The Wexford bhoys in Dublin (plus select invited guests) are fed up having their traditional drinks in The 51 on the last Saturday before Christmas disturbed by these ‘revellers’.
Tards with whistles, garish jumpers, Christmas lights and so onengaging in forced banter and competing to see who can be louder than the next gimp in their party. And then they fuck off leaving most of the contents of their drinks behind them before another collection of cunts arrive in.
Live and let live is fine for the most part but these people need to die very soon.
As the person who took the lead on the it’s ok to bring babies to work issue, I would like to stress that it is still very much ok to pour scorn on the 12 pubs of Christmas. [quote=“Mac, post: 99260”]
Gimps setting up Facebook groups for 12 Pubs of Christmas. :mad: :guns:
While this site has matured to the extent that women bringing their newborn babies to work is no longer scorned upon, please tell me that this shambolic 12 pubs lark still remains something which should be ridiculed. It’s close to Arthurs Day on the list of things that really boil my piss.
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Whistles and reindeer jumpers are so obviously so cuntish it needs not be said but what about completely normal drinkers in normal clothes talking at a (relatively) normal voice level with a natural flow of banter just going on a twelve-pub pub crawl consuming a pint in each one? Ability to snakily pour the ends of pints into potted plants and puke surreptitiously on the floor while keeping a conversation going a necessity to keep pace for certain welterweights.