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He was a quiet lad, a quiet lad, always lookin' for luck where there was none to be found. He'd spend his days at the track, prayin' the horses would bring him home. It's a sad thing, seein' a man lose himself like that, it is.

Listen Jamie, I'm telling you now, you leave Holly and my boy alone. I'm coming out soon and I'll make your life a living hell, I swear on your life. You're a nasty little piece of work, and I'll make you sleep on the road like a dog.

“Alright, boy! Jaysus, the state of the place—pure madness! I only popped down for a pint and a scratch card, next thing I know, Mikey’s after locking himself out again, like a pure ee jit. Anyway, I says to meself, ‘Keep the head down, sure, it’ll all blow over.’ But sure look, we’ll have a laugh about it later, won’t we? Go on, ya langer!”

Honestly, look at your own history. Most of us aren't that forty-year exception; we’re just a series of relationships, learning as we go. It’s messy and sometimes you just want to say fuck it, but I’m still a romantic at heart, you know?

Listen geezza, rain coming down hard like knife storm, yeah? Dog barking make translate bad English, very passionate. Two tanks in goldfish, mate, but who driving? Don't tell me nothing, just fucking go quick before compromise situation.

Today, he was found by the travelers, he got slapped around a bit, as we would say he got a bit of a hiding and sure twas coming to him. I would say the people are getting angry to the point where we'll soon have a major problem on our hands, I mean it was reported to the to the gardee, but the did nothin. We've sold Ireland in pounds to Brussels and now they are coming for us. My advice to you my friends, fellow and lady politicians of both feena fawl and fine gale would be to hide.

Cant believe these days how everythings gone soft like butter in sun whole world aint right no more specially when them women think they can do mans work ain't natural see and Irish blood don't stand for such nonsense gonna make things proper again.

Ah sure listen, it’s like this — you wake up, have a cuppa, and hope the rain holds off ’til you get where you’re goin’. Everyone’s got a story, and most of ’em are half true, but sure isn’t that the charm? We talk shite, we laugh loud, and if we slag ya, it means we like ya.