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[roxy]

Sometimes it's a Baldoyle thing. If you get me.
(will you get me?)

I get ye.

 

[Zeelander]

You're all nuts. This place is falling apart without me. I'd make some comment about periods and blow job abundance, but I'm far too fucking classy, like.

 

[yames]

I get ye.

You'll get me? Sound.

It was Saint Patricks Day 2001 or 2002 in a certain Spud Murphy's house where the secretive mysterious world of arse-tamponning whiskey was revealed to me. Things haven't been the same since.

On a recent trip to southern Europe to visit some ex-pats I was privvy to a decadent tale of straight up arsehole-open-hold and bottle pour. Apparently the sphincter gurgled. I tell ne lies.

I apologise in advance if I have brought the tone of the thread down a tad, or indeed: debased the whole affair.

 

[roxy]

arsehole-open-hold and bottle pour. Apparently the sphincter gurgled. I tell ne lies.

I fell very very ill.

Can't say I know Spud Murphy buh..

 

[yames]

Well, I wasn't implying it was her arsehole in which the offending article entered. Indeed quite the contrary, it was that of young Baldoyle gent. His brother caught the addiction also, I fear. It's a genetic weakness apparently.