Christ, the fucking taxi driver did not fucking shut up for more than 10 seconds. And it was a fucking 35 minute drive!
And fucking Heathrow's pikey terminal means you fucking walk half-way to fucking Dublin to get on a cunting plane. The plane was heaving. And the landing was fucking interesting.
Still, hotel's nice and I'm right over a canal. Time to go find a pub, I think! Maybe murder a prostitute later and sling her body into the canal.
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Are you sharing a room with JD?
Any landing you can walk away from is O.K. - so the saying goes.
But tough luck if you're in the plane later when the undercarriage collapses on touchdown...
Ahh a traditional night out . There's a lot to be said for the classics.
Is the Liffy still sniffy? (It will be after you've dumped the body in it)
Don´t forget the local banter"tree points o giness or oil tump ya"!
And think yourself lucky you have a pound in your pocket!
Never forget always ask for jimmy flannegan or mick griffen
BRICKBAT
Well if you had a clown with inch long filed teeth in the back of your cab, you'd be inclined to nervous chatter...
A good night was had by all, I can testify!
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