Now, I don't mean to upset you all unduly but I have some bad news. Bad news for you, essentially. I quite welcome it. As of next week I will cease to be an ignorant country oik struggling to keep it lit* in an increasingly hostile urban environment (honestly. Our living room window was broken by a sliotar last week. I told off the youths responsible but because I am so hip and down with the kids, they couldn't take my censure seriously. Oh, the perils of being charming). Instead, I resume my familial duty by moving home to Waterford and working in a library again.
Shocked? Try to veil it manfully. Distressed? Excuse yourself to the bathroom; I don't want to see your tears. Reeling franticly from bar to bar in sulky grief? That's the spirit! Carry on, friends, carry on...
*Joanne-speak
Yeay Lucy, cant wait to see you back in the home land! So are you having like a quiting Dublin party?
ReplyDeleteIm thinking Priate themed Lucia. We could have a double going away thingie. Im also thinking keep it locked, keep it loaded, keep it lit..... keep it LOUD. Me maties.
ReplyDeleteShit that was meant to be pirate. PIRATE. I don't know anyone called Priate. Sounds greek.
ReplyDeleteWHAT THE FUCK??!!??!?
ReplyDeleteAre you seriously moving to Tramore?
ReplyDeleteLucy fought Dublin... and Dublin won. Haha! I saw it coming a mile away. And now off she goes with her tail between her legs. Go home lucy.
ReplyDeleteAh, but I am much more well adjusted than you. I shall do more than cope, I shall rock.
ReplyDeleteAnd obliterate all lame vocabulary from my speech, evidently.
I don't care where it is, as long as its fucking pirate themed.
ReplyDeleteor priate themed that'd be nice too.
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