'an rock' and meself were skiving off work one day out in Ballymahon and we helped carry an auld fella out of Nally's - he was buckled and kept feeling up 'an rock' and telling him he loved him and asking him home for tea. That was pretty funny. Supposed to be counting cars we were... couldn't even count the fingers on our hands by the time we left!!
wahey ... 50 posts - pint please.
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