January 5, 2006

Not Politically Correct. At all. Nope. Just keep moving people, nothing to see, nothing to see...

A great evening in a Dublin Pub as related by Twenty Major:
You can't say that
So two Americans came into Ron's last night. I have no idea how they found it because it's well off the beaten track but nevertheless in they came and they sat down at the bar. They were also both the spitting image of that bloke from Cameo who wore the codpiece.

They ordered a pair of Guinness and sat talking amongst themselves oblivious to the fact they were as out of place in Ron's as Brian Kennedy in a room full of people who aren't complete and utter cunts.

I was sitting with Jimmy and Dirty Dave who seemed fascinated by them.

"I once had a dream that I was having sex with 80s pop star Sinitta", he told me and Jimmy. "When I licked her she was all salty. Since then I've always wondered if all black people were salty or is it just sweaty 80s pop stars in the throes of dreamariffic sex."

"Why don't you ask them?" I said and fair enough, the mad fucker did.
Go and read the rest... Ya gotta love the Irish -- they really know how to tell a story! (heh) Posted by DaveH at January 5, 2006 9:06 PM