Patricia, I can see you in there through the window........
The lads have locked the door and won't let me in to play.....................:p
Honest................ I can't get in............
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Patricia, I can see you in there through the window........
The lads have locked the door and won't let me in to play.....................:p
Honest................ I can't get in............
Nearly made an arse of myself a few weeks back.Was driving around one Saturday in West Cork with this girl.Anyway we were passing through Skibereen and i was hungry.Whatever way i looked i saw a place called Fresh Chips.I was gone passed it so i said i will wait till we are going back again and get stuff there.Anyway, was heading back ,parked the car ,got out went up to the door and saw a guy with a scissors in his hand and a guy sitting on a chair.Looked back up at the sign...................Fresh Cuts.Yeah a bloody hairdressers.
Talk about feeling goofy,
Westside.
PS i got stuff up the road and it was like eating an old weather torn sock dipped in fresh urine.Awful.
thats cork for you should have keep on going until you where in kerry everything there bar good escorts
Blue sky and green fields
But everyone is in the pub.
T
xx