Do people really like that "Me no speak Americano" song? It's garbage tbh, dont get the appeal at all.
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Do people really like that "Me no speak Americano" song? It's garbage tbh, dont get the appeal at all.
Dont start me on what passes for music in pubs and clubs these days. Spent most of tonight wanting to bottle people coz of songs like "stereo love" "alasandro" and "Californian Gurls" What the F**K is that shyster about. God if I hear one more lady gaga or black eyed peas song this weekend I will actually kill someone (probably a dj coz its mainly their fault)
I agree, although one of Gaga's songs and the Black Eyed Peas' songs were catchy :o
But, by and large, the music is one of the reasons I dislike clubs.
i think sligo people just randomly ,mention longford town to get easy thanks, or is that just me?
Im back :)
Conas ata tu
Been off the grid for a month. Did I miss anything?
'A lady?' Jem raised his head. His face was scarlet. 'After all those things she said about you, a lady?'
'She was. She had her own views about things, a lot different from mine, maybe...Son, I told you that if you hadn't lost your head I'd have made you go read to her. I wanted you to see something about her. I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It's when you know you're licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what. You rarely win, but sometimes you do. Mrs Dubose won, all ninety-eight pounds of her. according to her views, she died beholden to nothing and nobody. She was the bravest person I ever knew.'
The gaeltacht is the best 3 weeks ever :)
The megan fox episode of two and a half men :o
my voice is as husky as a dog used to pull sleighs. Aw t'was worth it though! :D
Whoooo let the Mons out, Cooke, Cooke, Cooke, Cooke!
RTE Gold - where have you been all my life?!
"Breakfast is announced. Mr. Pickwick leads the old lady (who has been very eloquent on the subject of Lady Tollimglower) to the top of a long table; Wardle takes the bottom; the friends arrange themselves on either side; Sam takes his station behind his master’s chair; the laughter and talking cease; Mr. Pickwick, having said grace, pauses for an instant and looks round him. As he does so, the tears roll down his cheeks, in the fullness of his joy.
Let us leave our old friend in one of those moments of unmixed happiness, of which, if we seek them, there are ever some, to cheer our transitory existence here. There are dark shadows on the earth, but its lights are stronger in the contrast. Some men, like bats or owls, have better eyes for the darkness than for the light. We, who have no such optical powers, are better pleased to take our last parting look at the visionary companions of many solitary hours, when the brief sunshine of the world is blazing full upon them."