""I found pizza crusts in my room, no wonder I have mice!"

My friend Jonathon then takes over... ensues a whole sober Saturday night of hilarity.

( Saturday Night Meme Fever! )

Three Little Birds

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Ruslan drove us from cinema to pub, after watching the Lego movie. Before we piled into the car, he issued the warning: "If anyone thinks about singing THAT song, in my car, I will stop the car. I will forcefully remove them. I will then reverse the car over them, and they shall not be joining us in the pub ( Read more... )

Was in Messrs Maguires with Eamonn on Saturday. He saw a cool beer glass in the window when we were out smoking, and said he wanted one like it. I said I'd see what I could track down, but I know not very much about beers and glasses. So I handed him a receipt and a pen and said "Write down on the back of that what it is you're looking for ( Read more... )

Elsie: haha listened to this song today I was sure they sang " I told you i was gay" but looked it up an it says " I told you I would stay ( Read more... )

He's a culchie. He only knows three places in Dublin. Busaras, Croke Park and Coppers.

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Had to help an old guy at work find a picture of a race car. Asked him if he was into the Formula 1? He looked at me like I was retarded, and told me that was an F3 car. I can't help it, they all look the same to me. Like Asian people.

My flatmate Adrian sent me an awful tragic email.

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this is very sad, my mate Dave has a microwave that could match that fridge!


http://www.ispca.ie/rescue_cases/view/ispca_assists_in_sad_situation"

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To be fair, he hasn’t once lied to me. He isn’t pretending to be committed. He isn’t pretending to have left POF. I wouldn’t want to know, if he were to tell me. It’s my own fear and jealousy that is making me question his genuinity. When he's with me, I lose all my wariness. Could he really be that good an actor? And can it really be described as ( Read more... )

I remember when I was a teenager, my life revolved around my writing. That might have simply been an escape for me, or maybe I am correct and my imagination dulled in adulthood. I simply no longer have the same brain I used to. But as I fret about my body, I also fret about my brain, slowly dying. Writing was that fantastic escape for me, and as I ( Read more... )