Witnessed a bit of roadrage last night. Was at the petrol station last night and a taxi comes flying into the forecourt. Driver(Derry man) jumps out and thunders up to the Galway reg passat beside me. Gives the people in the car a load of abuse about cutting him up/bad driving etc. Was REALLY tempted to crack a joke at him about the lousy driving standards of some taxis from his own company but thought better of it. Definitely won't be risking using his company in future.
It's good to see that we've moved on from the handball incident.......
From today's Evening Herald:
Brilliant! They forgot ****, ****, and **** but I suppose they can't print that.
My Guarantee
Am looking for old Irish matches on VHS, PM me if you have some and I'll upload them here
it got a mention on MediaWatch on football365 today: http://www.football365.com/mediawatc...546/Mediawatch
As always, my response to this is "forgive Maradona for the Hand of God, and we'll talk"Like The Murphy's...
Good to see the chaps at the Irish Metro don't hold grudges.
In their 'Birthdays' section this morning, the following is listed: 'Thierry Henry, cheat and footballer, 34.'
Let it go chaps, let it go.
I got the shampoo mixed up with the regular poo and now no-one wants to be my friend
You sure its not because of your bad jokes?Originally Posted by nigel-harps1954
I got the shampoo mixed up with the regular poo and now no-one wants to be my friend
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Am looking for old Irish matches on VHS, PM me if you have some and I'll upload them here
I'm on a horse.
PS3 fixed. This is a good day.
I got the shampoo mixed up with the regular poo and now no-one wants to be my frienddont you mean his sh!t jokes?
I like high energy football. A little bit rock and roll. Many finishes instead of waiting for the perfect one.
Cat just brought home the back half a mouse. She better not regurgitate the front half later. Bleugh.
Oh do cheer up.
Missus doesn't want to go to her friends' wedding on Thursday. This is a super score!
I have now been informed that I am going to the wedding now.
It's a woman's prerogative to change her mind, BS....
It surely is.
We now need a dress. Grr.
Hey - great! You get a wedding and a day out shopping as a bonus.
No mention of shoes yet, but be prepared...
...then a bag...
...and a fascinator...
...all matching...naturellement...
...of course the really clued-in couples go colour co-ordinated...
(So Mrs Grise informs me!)
We'll understand if you don't have time to post over the next few days!
Hello, hello? What's going on? What's all this shouting, we'll have no trouble here!
- E Tattsyrup.
No, all of those things have been mentioned. Lest we not forget about the hair! Now, a half day tomorrow should do it.
Christ wept.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Suck on that, bitches.. as Willie Shake'n'spear might say.
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