Breakfast rolls, milky tea, tayto crips, burger bites, time bars, calypsos, caffreys easter eggs, snow cones, sliced ham, tea cakes, barn brack, tweed jackets, spice burgers, white pudding, fried bread, soda bread, battered sausages, batter burgers, long trays, curry chips, fried cabbage, potato bread, red lemonade, stuff that doesn’t work, shite drugs, Katy French, Irish Independent, Evening Heggld, Heggldepress, wrappin paper 2 for 50, cigarette lighters 2 ferapound, pissing in laneways, manky guinness, English stag parties, English hen nights, temple bar, the George, Whelans, turf fires, Sam Spudz, hang sangiches, Superquinn sausages, ma reilly’s, Bord na Mona, Mona yoghurt, Gateaux cakes, Stephen Roche, Sean Kelly, Martin Early, Paul Kimmage, Shay Brennan, Wicklow mountains, suicide, red hair, beardy cheeks, tea towels, Smithwicks farts, grumpy barmen, broken buses, Supermacs, child abuse, Mass, rosary beads, Holy Communion, Christchurch Cathedral, Vikings, the real Milennium, the IRA, Bono, Gavin Friday, Sinead O’Connor, Gay Byrne, Howth head, Ireland’s eye, Phoenix Park, Croke Park, Corkagh Park, Marlay Park, Bushy Park, bushy hair, bombs, balaclavas, gaelic football, hurling, sliothars in the face, O’Neills tracksuits, handball courts, monasterys, Marist brothers, an modh coinnealach, and tuisil guinedeach, sceál Sean, Peig Seirs, the Blasket Islands, Sceilig Mhichíl, set dancing, fiddles, bodhráns, beards, polish lap dancers, nigerian taxi drivers, Bushmills, the Gaeity, Moureen Potter, Botler, the Furey Brothers, knackers, the M50, Steve Staunton, Ronnie Whelan, Paul McGrath, John Giles, Liam Brady at Juventus, Euro 88, Ray Houghton, Roy Keane, Sapian, Eamon Dunphy, RTE, the Late Late Show, Bill O’ Herlihy, Giovani Trappatoni, Roma, Macari, Bertie Ahern, Liam Lawlor, russian prostitutes, drink driving, the Gardaí, donegal nightclubs, galway hookers, 1916, 1798, Wolfe Tone, the Wolfe Tones, Thomas Street, Trinity College, Dawson St, The Foggy Dew, the Dubliners, Phil Lynott, Ronnie Drew, Rory Gallagher & turning the sound down on God Save The Queen in pubs.
Happy St Patrick’s Day you cunts.
Get up the fuckin yard.
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Put that to music and make it our national anthem.
Have you ever tried get a 3 in 1with fried rice in any other country?
Can’t be done.
Other countries are pretty gay though.
Jaysus well done sir!
no mention of the weather?
turning the sound down on God Save The Queen
we still proudly do it in our house……
have fun and order your guinness first…….
…and Father Jack!
Right back atcha, cunty hole!
The train of thought of eternal and effervescent glory!!!!!!!! I miss red lemonade. I live in Austria and have to confirm that it is gay. What am I doing here? When the next ferry leaving for Oirland? Shite. Austria is land-locked. Where’s me jacket?
I read that list and I’m knackered, buit you never mentioned JFK’s visit, the Pope’s visit, Berties visit to bring the shamrock to the White House, Ian Paisley, John Hinde, Ronnie Delaney, d’All Ireland, turf, HSE, Ireland’s Call (what a tune), saluting our bethers, will the Queen ever come here, DJ Carey bring his hurley to bed. Holy Moley you could go on for a week !
that should be put to the music of Endless Art by A House and renamed Endless Shite
hehe. good one.
All additions welcome, as Jackie Rustle understands..
supermacs is the best