Can I have a job wherein I trawl the internet all day and post my findings?
I’d be very good at it.
You already have a Job, if I understand , it involves visiting various sites you dont like posting on articles ‘Stupid Article’.
Looks like the job satisfaction is going well
Irish women* : Irish men are all sh@&e.
*spends the night talking to each other in packs near the bar looking at any bloke who comes near them like they have two heads and then heading off to Eddie rockets to spew said complaint.
Women, eh? Stupid cows. Don’t they know that they may only leave the house after 7 to be chatted up?
It’s 6 now.
fupping daylight savings
This guy’s got so little game, I heard he once refused to have sex with himself.
Are you wearing strides when you chat to them sheilas mate? If yes, then I don’t know.
Im nearly certain the one that told you to “fcuk off” was my wife : )
In fairness, Daragh, she’s always been most receptive to my advances *loosens cravat suggestively*
Sounds like a job for LJG. Loathe though I am to say it.
maybe it’s the waft of desperate off ya, mate.
Or ‘moyte’, he could be from New Zealand :)
“When a girl doesn’t initially find me attractive, I’ve always been able to talk my way around it”. If I don’t find someone attractive, they do not become more so if they try and persuade me that I should do.
No, indeed. They set your HAZARD WARNING bells ringing.
1. Lots of eye-contact, no talking.
2. When the tension is unbearable: ask her to pass you “ze Kerrygold”.
3. Inform her father you’ll be taking “the horse to France”.
Isn’t that how papa got yer wan Nicole??? Or is that a different add??
And then she replies in her finest muck-savage accent, “Put a bittah buttor on de spuds, André.”
Romance 80s style, people.
What the hell do I do? – Move to Barcelona, Copenhagen, Seville, Milan, Bern, Sydney, San Fransisco, Tokyo, Shanghai, Prague, pretty much any city, anywhere else in the world, get some experience with and see how much less of an ordeal it is trying to make a potential connection with a nice polite woman in those lovely places, then come back to Ireland and marry a Columbian, French, Japanese, Australian, etc…:D
have you tried negging them?
Offer to buy them a litre of vodka and a spicebag
one word for you my friend – rohypnol.
Oh that’s so funny. Rape is so funny.
What a bizarre and insensitive comment to put in writing scottser.
Scottser might equal Bill Cosby
He is doing it wrong, you find a line of wimmin in the pub, then walk up the line asking each one
She will bite her lip/blush if she likes you but that only gets you into round two… the socio-economic, answer one question incorrectly and you’re out, round.
It’s not fupping Dawson’s creek. He needs to stop being such a cuck about it and just take what he wants.
just go for the fordeners… sounder and better looking. WIN
back in my day I remember the wemon doing the asking .. pff youth of today
It wasn’t the Wexford girls that told him to F-offf. Must have been visitors. The Wexford ones would have said ;-offf Hun!
Do the international sign of removing headphones and take it from there.
If he decides to try the internet option he’d need to brush up on his spelling
Being gay is fuppin’ great
You’re problem is that you haven’t been given the oirish hetro disco instruction manual to help you decode the strange behaviour of the Irish gurrlls..(or just ignore and make them swoon anyway)
Either that or there’s something you’re not telling us but you need the same prescription anyway….
youtu.be/VF6SxjLBfHk?t=84 – Just be more like this..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kiwln2PSoMw – The name’s ????….!
– Film edit summary(possibly better than the original cut).
The REMIXES Album coming soon.
– No need to panic.. this meme has been out of control for years….
It’s already transcended human existence…
Needs more Sex Panther.
Easy. Here ya go:
Put on your best blue checkered lumberjack Super-dry shirt. Wear it under your black Superdry jacket. A nice pair of boot-cut jeans, relaxed fit with your polished brown dancing shoes. Put enough Brylcream in to bring your fringe to a peak at your forehead. Think Cliffs of Moher here.
Now, the important bit. Hang out with the lads all night. Bit of pre-drinking in the gaff maybe. Then in to the local. Get several pints on board. Then off to the local nightclub. But before you do, quick Jagerbomb. I find it gets the juices flowing nicely. Gives you the sugar, caffeine, alcohol and, most importantly, the confidence you’ll need. Now, in the club. Keep drinking. Plenty of shots, few pints. Maybe a cheeky ciggy or two. Get that nicotine buzz going.
Now, when you are good and loose.. on the verge of a black-out (a brown-out), get on to the dance floor and just start screeching and hollering. Don’t be afraid to jump around and to sweat. The pheromones released by sweat attracts the ladies. Now everything might get a little hazy at this point but just stick with it. I guarantee success. You’ll get a few phone numbers, make a few contacts, shift the face off some young wan and you’ll be feeling as pleased a punch. Now, get in to Abra to celebrate. Taco fries. Home to bed. Throw off a few texts and snaps in the following days. Lovely sthuff.
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