They were mates as well. It was one of those fights that took place in slow motion, blows were landed but they were fists of tapioca landing on chins of concrete.
In ma local we call that the floor show. Instead of dancing girls it's eejits drunkenly trying to fight
Me neither. Too much like effort. Usually ye can deflect a drunken bawheid by ridiculing his bravado in front of the rest of the boozer. Shame the twat into slinking away.
I had a lovely lunch today out in Partick with my daddy and my sister. My dad had 2 half pints of Guinness. I was driving
Guinness is a dirty Proddy drink <hock-too> Arthur was a well known wrong un. Murphys Irish Stout on the other hand is the breakfast of Champions.
why are you calling yourself a **** , gas ? your arrows are pointing to your name. Dont be so hard on yourself buddy I dont think youre a **** , just a *****
Don't know what your on about Anyhow I'm doubting your Irish credentials, any self respecting Paddy would be far too pissed to type by this time on St Paddies.
Nah im waiting til 6 to head out , done the bringing the kids to the parade duty , filled up on grub and now head off out when the ****ty 13/14 year olds are all heading home covered in sick after 2 cans of Devils bit
Wishing you a most enjoyable evening Personally I'm celebrating tomorrow night once all this ****e is over.
Get her telt Drew , this aint ****ing Facebook. On that note , hash is heading out feeling excited 1.1km away
