And “Lovin’ Dublin” as well, seeing as you have your “banned” stamp out.
munkifisht
Being, as I am, a native of Howth, I can assure you that number 2 could get very very weird. Those car parks are notorious dogging locations. You might think you’re being amorous, but hitting the lighting stalk with your arse, leaving the window open a crack cause it’s stuffy, or even worse, opening your door and you might find yourself in an unsolicited sex orgy.
Gav D
Parklife!
epson aculaser c100
surely this cue ball is in actuality a 12 year old kid holding in a piss while bashing out the last few lines of what he envisions will be the talk of the playground in the morning
John E. Bravo
Brought this Paul Durcan poem to mind (which I’ve copied and pasted so I hope it’s right).
Making love outside Áras an Uachtaráin.
When I was a boy, myself and my girl
Used bicycle up to the Phoenix Park;
Outside the gates we used lie in the grass
Making love outside Áras an Uachtaráin.
Often I wondered what de Valera would have thought
Inside in his ivory tower
If he knew we were in his green, green grass
Making love outside Áras an Uachtaráin.
Because the odd thing was–oh how odd it was–
We both revered Irish patriots
And we dreamed our dreams of a green, green flag
Making love outside Áras an Uachtaráin.
But even had our names been Diarmaid and Gráinne
We doubted de Valera’s approval
For a poet’s son and a judge’s daughter
Making love outside Áras an Uachtaráin.
I see him now in the heat-haze of the day
Blindly stalking us down;
And, levelling an ancient rifle, he says “Stop
Making love outside Áras an Uachtaráin.”
Skeptical O'Hare
Beautiful. Maybe Squee will pen one about making love inside the Aras.
Buggalugga
Oh I see what you did
Blimpler
He’s such a shameless lowest common denominator person
What’s the app cost, 5.99 a month was it?
Bargain.
Ban this filth.
And “Lovin’ Dublin” as well, seeing as you have your “banned” stamp out.
Being, as I am, a native of Howth, I can assure you that number 2 could get very very weird. Those car parks are notorious dogging locations. You might think you’re being amorous, but hitting the lighting stalk with your arse, leaving the window open a crack cause it’s stuffy, or even worse, opening your door and you might find yourself in an unsolicited sex orgy.
Parklife!
surely this cue ball is in actuality a 12 year old kid holding in a piss while bashing out the last few lines of what he envisions will be the talk of the playground in the morning
Brought this Paul Durcan poem to mind (which I’ve copied and pasted so I hope it’s right).
Making love outside Áras an Uachtaráin.
When I was a boy, myself and my girl
Used bicycle up to the Phoenix Park;
Outside the gates we used lie in the grass
Making love outside Áras an Uachtaráin.
Often I wondered what de Valera would have thought
Inside in his ivory tower
If he knew we were in his green, green grass
Making love outside Áras an Uachtaráin.
Because the odd thing was–oh how odd it was–
We both revered Irish patriots
And we dreamed our dreams of a green, green flag
Making love outside Áras an Uachtaráin.
But even had our names been Diarmaid and Gráinne
We doubted de Valera’s approval
For a poet’s son and a judge’s daughter
Making love outside Áras an Uachtaráin.
I see him now in the heat-haze of the day
Blindly stalking us down;
And, levelling an ancient rifle, he says “Stop
Making love outside Áras an Uachtaráin.”
Beautiful. Maybe Squee will pen one about making love inside the Aras.
Oh I see what you did
He’s such a shameless lowest common denominator person
He really is. There’s so much of it about :(