I think you're the only guy to get that location of my ghost story. is that Ireland or the UK? It's rumored that everybody drinks on both those islands
I should know what the school decides at the end of August, but I think if I just failed for one, it's ok. All my other marks are between 7 and 9.5/10, so it compensates my only 3.5/10
All those smurfs, makes me want to take up arms and start shooting
Hey congrats on all your winnings, good luck to you we don't seem to win jack shit any more,
Those planes are all Spitfires, they had 9 of them flying at once and at one time with a solitary german ME109, guess if we are gonna play war games at least get the odds stacked in our favor
Damn I didn't know there was a program on Douglas Barder was it any good?
Sick isn't it Do not let it upset you though love, she's not worth it. I've told her to go fuck herself and never contact me again and I don't think she will.
Funny you should mention the smurf competition. I think you'll find the previous record holder was Leeds University - I spoke to one of the smurfs at Latitude Festival only the other day as he was wearing a hoodie with all the details of the record breaking attempt - your 1253 is well above their eight hundred odd - well done Co. Monaghan!!
Enjoy the comedy festival too - I saw Lee Mack just this weekend and met Phill Jupitus among others - Mr. Jupitus is known to be a bit of an arrogant wanker but I found him ok. Marcus Brigstocke on the other hand..........
I should come over and you can buy me a drink with your winnings No Guiness though - I'm veggie.
I am planning a trip to england next year...you should swim over and see me. I am NOT braving that damn body of water...last time it made me hurl the WHOLE trip so F that!
Two English businessmen in London were sitting down for a break in their
soon-to-be new boutique. As yet, the boutique wasn't ready, with only a few
shelves set up.
One said to the other, "I bet any minute now some idiot tourist is going to
walk by, put his face to the window, and ask what we're selling."
No sooner were the words out of his mouth when, sure enough, a curious
Irishman walked to the window, had a peek, and in a thick Irish accent asked
"What might ye be sellin' here?"
One of the men replied sarcastically, "We're selling ass-holes." Without
skipping a beat, the Irishman said, "You are doing very well... only two
left!"