It'd be a good way to get a kick in the box/bollix from me!.
That's what Christmas is about π
Ah discos where the action was. The lonely trundle across the dance floor to ask a girl for a dance.
And the swift recalibration to ask her friend if the first one turned ya down. Romance me hole ππππ
It is indeed π She's quite happy and that's all that matters π
Could i avail of the lasagne in bed offer please??
On it's way Grem βΊοΈ
I won't say slides plate over , that's Sephs line π
Oh goodee π½οΈ I'll just do a plate picture
I used ask on the way back from the jacks π€£π€£π€£......no point in trundling twice πππ
The slow set , those were the days! The youngsters now would probably cringe at the thought of it π€£
Aye, commonly know as the ten to twos. Desperation at that time.
Did ya wash yer
hands.
I was never really exposed to the cringe of the slow set, eternally grateful for that!!
Ah I loved the slow set.
The slow set was brilliant, they should bring back the erection section and make it mandatory.
Who didn't love walking around in a circle eating the face of someone before you even asked their name?
As long as they hadnβt ate cheese and onion crisps before the slowset. Irelands real contraceptive before johnnies weβre a thing
Hahaha you've reminded me of the myth of the mars bar mickey cover
That's not a myth.π± I did have the very unpleasant experience of consoling a girl after that so called myth.
Ah jaysus mr thing.
Happy Saturday everyone. I promise to resist the urge to post whigfield again π
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You shall be held to that promise, young man! You don't remember the horror of it ruining a promising evening of throwing poses only to the coolest bands in order to impress a longhaired grungehead in a kilt and work boots and having all your hard work ruined by having to make an inelegantly swift exit from the dancefloor when the opening "chords" of that musical manslaughter filled the air. Chances ruined.
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Fear not Sardi. I like to take the piss but not totally take the piss. π
I like the scene you conjured there. Hilarious ππ
I believe i have watched that exact scenarion play out in my local!
Am drunk as fook in an Irish bar in Spain...funny how when am away from home and drinking Ireland becomes more important.
Staggering home in a minute.
Youβre sound itβs a bit like I wouldnβt listen to trad music at home but when Iβm on hols Iβm an expert. Let us know your home safe and sound.
It was tragic, Bones. A snake hipped Adonis in naught ( and I know that cos he'd been moshing earlier π ) but a kikt and boots with flowing golden locks. You don't get opportunities like that very often in life. Destroyed in seconds by that stupid boinkng beat at the start of that muck by Whigfield π
Whatever fcuker threw that abomination into the playlist was having a right laugh.
I think he was trying to be 'ironic'. Or, deliberately trying to clear the dancefloor cos things were getting a bit too rough. D'ya remember them days? Murder on the dance floor. All part of a daycent night out.
Gawd yes, a few tasty digs then standing down, shaking hands and off for the walk/cycle/drive home
Drove into the city for a birthday party, non alcoholic drinks, then home. Easy. Too old for messing with public transport and hangovers. Plus I've to ferry people around tomorrow.
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