*knock knock*
“Trick or treat!”
“What?”
“Trick or treat, mistah!”
“I think you little vampires might have gotten ahead of yourselves. Hallowe’en isn’t till Saturday”.
“We know. But with the country in the grips of the recession we figure there’ll be less to go around so we’re getting in early”.
“I see”.
“We entrepeneurs, so we are”.
“How cunning”.
“You have to admire our gumption, so you do”.
“I suppose I do”.
“So are you gonna help the hallowe’en party?”
“How old are you?”
“I’m 9 and he’s 8″.
“Not even in double figures, eh?”
“I’m 10 in January, so I am”.
“All right then. I’ve got to give credit where it’s due. Your initiative and get-up-and-go is exactly what this country needs at the moment. I shall reward you accordingly”.
“Deadly”.
“Ok, here you go. Here’s a 6 pack of Dutch Gold and a naggin of Smirnoff”.
“Nice one. I’m gonna get locked just like me Da!”
“You crazy kids”.
“See ya, mistah!”
*clunk*
Little Bill Cullens
Ah..it brings back memories of my childhood and been given alchohol by the dodgy bloke on the street for no reason at all.(obviously he wanted to rape the hole off us, but never got the chance)
*Tear*
Forgot the Bostik Twenty.
I mean, they’ve already got the paper bags handy, like.
The glue is all organic these days. No buzz. I blame the Greens.
Lucky escape, Fill. But back then you could get locked on a half bottle of Linden Village. I miss being a cheap date.
Two cans of Bavaria would usually ensure a state of paralysis from the waist down…
Thus making the raping you got off the auld fella quite manageable
well.it was rape…at first…
I’ve just had one of those realisations about childhood you get when you’re an adult.
That was a close shave, back in 1980. I knew there was no way it tasted like a That-away.
Hahaha…
heh
I always preferred JR’s meself..
I;m still chucking at Cuntiba
I always preferred JR’s meself..
Ah Lindon spillage….memories, don’t have any of those left.
You are a shocking man Twenty – may you wake up in bed beside Lindsay Lohan!
That’s harsh, maggot.
I remember doing a shit in my pants in low babies.
HM:was that recently? heh
Is Low Babies the name of a nightclub?
I remember that as well Holemaster, or should I call you Patrick?
Patrick Pender, St Brigid’s NS, Finglas, circa 1966 to be precise.
Jesus I remember buying Bavaria 8.6 one night cos they didn’t have any of the regular left. Can’t be sure but I don’t think I even had six cans, had a hangover for about four years after and a complete loss of short term memory. Wicked stuff altogether.
I think it’s affected your long-term memory too Ned.
Nobody drinks Bavaria, not even you.
A cigarette and some Twix have mellowed me – the curse is lifted!
I was wearing shorts too. It was like a turtle crawling out of a tent.
Reminds me of this time me and my friend were walking home, guitar in hand. We passed this house, there was a party on. We heard a shout “ere gut ar mahn cum ere” they said, “play us a tune and I’ll give ya a naggen” We played wonderwall, they went crazy. We were rewarded and went on our way, passing the naggen. We were 13 at the time. How I long for those days when i could get tipsy of half a naggen.
13? Wonderwall?
God I feel old.
Bavaria good for washing your feet in