Used to be every Saturday. Then every Friday and Saturday. Now quite rarely. When I need a great Guinness. My pubs are about 24 miles away.
Have you ever thrown down a big fattening Irish breakfast and not felt evil a few hours later? (our is two fried eggs, bangers, black and white puddings, fried potatoes and mushrooms, rashers and a big ol' bowl o' heinz beans. holy cholesterol, batman!)
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Here's how life works: you either get to ask for an apology or you get to shoot people. Not both. House
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Originally Posted by Plan9
Just realize that you're armed with smart but heavily outnumbered.
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The question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me. Ayn Rand