did u ever hear the one about the Irish man falling out of the pub.................................................
SOBER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
yes Sunday night minutes before the witching hour and having nipped into 1 of my regular hostelries of ill repute for a cheeky after hours drinkie poohs( ok it was on 5 mins after last orders) i was walking down the front steps while the landlady was bidding me safe passage and requests to see me frequent the premises again when i went arse over tit after 1 feckin pint ffs i have been noted to have drank many times more and walked a mile or 3 home with out even dislodging a hair on my head ( though when i'm drunk do lose pubes as i like too then have a cheeky scratch) those who know will know that my frame landing down on 1 knee ( no i wasn't proposing to the landlady) will know that is not a good thing
so now i have a genuine case of gangsta limp though i'm not walking round with me hand down me trousers (any ladys wenches or sluts wishing to apply for this job please use pm button..................... shameless i know but if i don't sell myself who will lol)
so there you have it the story of the story of the Irish man who fell out of the pub sober
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