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Sun 23 Feb, 2003 04:20 pm
'Terms of Endearment'
Two Irishmen meet.
They like one another.
They are friends.
"There ye are ye bollix."
"Fair play to you you c*nt."
"Go way outta that ye contrary f*cker."
"Ask me arse you tit."
Very shortly they will be best friends. God alone knows how they will express This extra closeness.
(Pat Ingoldsby)
good one!
Now go f*ck yerself, jjorge!
bigdice
Sorry I can't go to Florida to meet you bigdice
I'm sure you'll have a good time you thievin' son of a sea-crook!
Sorry sacks of suffering snake snot - the lot of youse.