Whenever I hear dog owners opening up their disposable bags I look and walk the other way
Whenever I hear dog owners opening up their disposable bags I look and walk the other way
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Fśck me, but I got shouted at by the glw one day on hoiday when we encountered a group of 4 Irish of the absolute worst kind - the 'posh' ( ) ones with the soft consonants and the thinking theior shķt doesn't stink variety, telling each other how fścking great they are at everything and where they play golf and where they eat their boiled fścking cabbage. Just the fact that they walk and breathe made me so angry I was swearing and spitting with rage, causing them to leave their table and decamp to one further away and the glw to explain to me that I am some sort of mental and need to take a look at myself.
I hate those ****s.
You met Danny Blanchflower Eamonn Dunphy and Bob Geldolf?
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Oh, middle class Dubliners are pretty revolting (and I say that knowing this includes members of my extended family). A few years back, they talked of nothing but how much their houses cost. I and my father were highly amused when the bottom dropped out of that fłcker. It was all we could do not to laugh in their faces while at a ghastly family wedding in 2008.
Mind you, I fear that I’m your case it’s a class-based chip on your shoulder about jackeens that arouses your ire. I can understand your glw’s consternation. She believes you are better than that.
"Oi won de president's cup dere at de Curragh" said one ****. I couldn't help but exclaim, "Whoopyfśckingdoo!", such was my amazement at this unbelievable feat of pure Irish genius by the fat-gutted pig-ignorant judgemental piece of filth masquerading as a human being. This caused the **** to keep glancing nervously in my direction which just made me more and more angry.
****. (Him, not you. But you as well for the bike comment.)