Poo is poo but still acceptable as the foul currency of that particular word round these parts :)
garthicus
Hasn’t this missed connection ad been doing the rounds for years?
BubbleSnots
Yep! it was doing the rounds on email many moons ago…
Al Katraz
Metro Herald, it farted in Ireland’s lift and then got out
realPolithicks
Romantic.
Janet, I ate my avatar
Romantic Irelands dead and gone, it’s with O’leary in the grave. That’s all I can remember from the leaving and I’m a real Ma, clutches vodka, cries a little.
realPolithicks
Funnily enough, that’s the only bit of that poem I remember . I’m a real Da myself, my oldest daughter turns 21 tomorrow…jaysus I’m getting old…clutches pearls, cries a little.
Moments like this I deeply miss a like button
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That is a work of art.
Made for one another.
Superb!
Must be a Belvo boy
All posh like
Called Micka.
I’d say so alright.
It’s Roddy Doyle prepping the ground for another literary onslaught.
Can’t beat a bit of stereotyping prejudice in the morning. About as funny as a Ross o’carroll kelly book.
In a non-stop modern go-go world like ours – stereotypes are a great timesaver,
Haha, makes sense Kolmo.
Did you take your hands out of your trousers to type that?
Talking directly to and about one individual is a stereotyping exercise now is it… stereotyping the individual cells on the persons body was it?
Come tothink of it, the funny thing is, you are the one that interpreted the stereotype…. project much? :)
you done flipped that poo Larry
just want to make it clear that I used the more authentic but for some reason verboten P word.
Poo is poo but still acceptable as the foul currency of that particular word round these parts :)
Hasn’t this missed connection ad been doing the rounds for years?
Yep! it was doing the rounds on email many moons ago…
Metro Herald, it farted in Ireland’s lift and then got out
Romantic.
Romantic Irelands dead and gone, it’s with O’leary in the grave. That’s all I can remember from the leaving and I’m a real Ma, clutches vodka, cries a little.
Funnily enough, that’s the only bit of that poem I remember . I’m a real Da myself, my oldest daughter turns 21 tomorrow…jaysus I’m getting old…clutches pearls, cries a little.
That’s bleedin’ ancient.