02:05
I'm like yer man in that bleedin' buke, what's it called, at this stage. I can't even get it up. What's it called. From Bahamas and their bikinis and the mad hairdos in Spain, the long leggy Russian burds, the cheroobic ol' Filipinos and tha'. None a yiz. Not giving me the horn, gur-ils. I can only get stimulations from the natives these days. See, I've come full circle. I want a wagon now. To make me sorry for ever fucking meeting her. Because I can never do anything right. Because I'm never good enough for her friends. Because her mother lives up the road and she never stops wanting to be her.
With flowers in their hair, put the good dress on, looking for a Christian if they can get it or a prince. Ss.
The younguns are all saying the same thing - life's short, let's have fun. If only they knew. It's not fucking short at all. It's long. Very long and borking. Bor-fu-cking.
Where have all the flowers gone
long time ago
when will they ever learn, when will they ever learn
where have all the young girls gone
long time passing
gone to young men every one.
02:11
Bleedin' wimmin. And dere minimaratins.
02:16
Fucking, don't tell me a 57-year old is looking for a serious relationship, and she in her underwear on the internet.
02:18
Youse can all fuck off - everybody looks good in their sunglasses love. I'm not falling for that one. That's why you bought the feckin' things - to cover half your face.
03:02
Fucking some a dem Ukranian burds are a bleedin' gorgeous. I'll should make a run for the airport early one mornin' headin' for one of them Uranian burds in dere leather chaps and mwha mwha snurrny lips.
Ah but I keep coming back to our own. Hoping the photography in Dublin gets better. And no, I don't click on the profiles from Cork. Not a chance. Moscow first. Some of you Dublin internet birds will be walking home alone tonight, though, amn't I right, ladies? Catchin' bleedin' cabs.
03:32
I don't care, I'm not going out to find a woman. Too dangerous. Too fucking risky. It's gonna make it hard to get laid but at least I won't be dead.
03:59
'Factotum'. He says he 'Couldn't even gerrih rup.' Charlie Buke-Ow-Ski. Couldn't even gerri hrup.
09.00
I'm like yer man in that bleedin' buke, what's it called, at this stage. I can't even get it up. What's it called. From Bahamas and their bikinis and the mad hairdos in Spain, the long leggy Russian burds, the cheroobic ol' Filipinos and tha'. None a yiz. Not giving me the horn, gur-ils. I can only get stimulations from the natives these days. See, I've come full circle. I want a wagon now. To make me sorry for ever fucking meeting her. Because I can never do anything right. Because I'm never good enough for her friends. Because her mother lives up the road and she never stops wanting to be her.
With flowers in their hair, put the good dress on, looking for a Christian if they can get it or a prince. Ss.
The younguns are all saying the same thing - life's short, let's have fun. If only they knew. It's not fucking short at all. It's long. Very long and borking. Bor-fu-cking.
Where have all the flowers gone
long time ago
when will they ever learn, when will they ever learn
where have all the young girls gone
long time passing
gone to young men every one.
02:11
Bleedin' wimmin. And dere minimaratins.
02:16
Fucking, don't tell me a 57-year old is looking for a serious relationship, and she in her underwear on the internet.
02:18
Youse can all fuck off - everybody looks good in their sunglasses love. I'm not falling for that one. That's why you bought the feckin' things - to cover half your face.
03:02
Fucking some a dem Ukranian burds are a bleedin' gorgeous. I'll should make a run for the airport early one mornin' headin' for one of them Uranian burds in dere leather chaps and mwha mwha snurrny lips.
Ah but I keep coming back to our own. Hoping the photography in Dublin gets better. And no, I don't click on the profiles from Cork. Not a chance. Moscow first. Some of you Dublin internet birds will be walking home alone tonight, though, amn't I right, ladies? Catchin' bleedin' cabs.
03:32
I don't care, I'm not going out to find a woman. Too dangerous. Too fucking risky. It's gonna make it hard to get laid but at least I won't be dead.
03:59
'Factotum'. He says he 'Couldn't even gerrih rup.' Charlie Buke-Ow-Ski. Couldn't even gerri hrup.
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| Larkin about in Dublin, 1913 |
1913 "Great Dublin Lockout" transport strike led by James Larkin and James Connolly begins in opposition to the employment practices of William Martin Murphy, leading eventually to formation of the Irish Citizen's Army
