Sweet like nothing at all: I LOST MY LEEEEEEEEEEEG!

Monday, March 17

I LOST MY LEEEEEEEEEEEG!

Oh happy st-fuhckin-paddy's-day to the lot oh-yous!!!!!!!!!

are ya shippin' out to boston?

Irish carbombs FUCK YOU

even though we didn't doo them. Our friends did, and we watched, and we watched as the car bombs curddled for those who didn't drink them fast enough. Do you know what jameson and bailey's looks like when it cruddle's? We do. We know what happens, inside your stomach. It's gross.

Check out the pics from the parade, it somes it all up.

Another debauched parade gone by... HAPPY ST PADDY'S DAY TO YOU ALL!!

Elizabeth

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Did you see the stylish kids in the riot? We were shovelled up like muck, set the night on fire, wombles bleed truncheons and shields. You know I cherish you my love. But there's a rumour spread nasty disease around town, caught round the houses with your trousers down; a headrush in the bush. Tell me what can you want now you've got it all. The whole scene is obscene, time will strip it away, a year and a day. And Bill Bones knows what I mean. He knows it's eating, it's chewing me up. It's not right for young lungs to be coughing up blood. It's all in my hands, and its all up the walls. Well the stale chips are up and the hopes stakes are down. Its these ignorant faces that bring this town down. I sighed and, sunken with pride, I passed myself down on my knees. There are fewer more distressing sights than that of an Englishman in a baseball cap. We'll die in the class we were born; that's a class of our own my love. Oh how I cherish you my love.