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The World: Eat your face and ask for seconds

  • 30-11-2016 12:13am
    #1
    Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 699 ✭✭✭


    Political commentary. Click.
    Social injustice. Click.
    Celebrity meltdown. Click click. **** that.
    The ex had a baby. Sure I will look at the pictures for a minute.
    Logout.

    Jane had a baby. Hmm, she barely handled herself. Maybe the baby will end up grounding her. Doubt that. Baby might end up educating her mother. Wonder was yer man in the tie the father? Gob****e.

    Login.
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    Pornhub. Click click click.

    I sold two Toyota Rav-4's last week. It was a solid week. I'll fill this country with 4x4's if I can, anything to try and wring the bonus from that prick O'Brien. I get the horn when I think of old dears in their 94 Nissan Micra's trying to negotiate the back streets of Cobh while encountering one of my Rav-4's. Upgrade yourself Eileen.

    I removed the sellotape from the inside of my bedroom door as per usual. I didn't want the auld pair sneaking around again. It's amazing what double episodes of CSI: Vegas on rte2 taught me. After I clipped the auld lad in the shoulder last July for snooping around, he has stayed well away. It's just as well too. The smell is starting to emanate from the wardrobe now. I may move it on and bury it soon.

    TBC....


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  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 699 ✭✭✭DangerMouse27


    Mull was sent off in training tonight for taking off his Diadora’s and throwing them at the club secretary. I knew it was coming. The way he had been speaking to Mull was out of order. I told him he should pull on the prick when he stood close enough to the pitch, to wait for the moment and slide into him, rake the studs up his shins. I almost felt bad for the man when I heard the sickening whack of metal stud upon bone. Almost.

    I finally called around to Emer tonight after avoiding her for a solid month. And to make matters worse, I called around on the very day, a month after I rode her in her parents bedroom and promised her that I would see her on the Friday coming. She hadn't even put her knickers back on and I was promising this and that to her. So much had happened since then, that I can't recall if I had genuinely intended to meet her, until that other thing had come up. I sit in her kitchen and take a good years worth of abuse before I promise again to meet her on the coming Wednesday. It's not until I'm outside and in the car do I realise that's the day that I am due down at the Garda station.


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