Youse cluster a lot here.

[Whack all imperialists]

She used to come in every day and polish the fireplace in the middle
of the ward. I was the only one there and I could see her. She had big
handfulls of cotton wool and parrifin wax and she said "Oh!" when she
dropped the cotton wool in the fire when it blazed up, kneeling down,
and showed her breasts and face in the light..
She was a nursing auxilliary in the Curragh Military Hospital and she
never spoke to me but she used to sing Bonnie Doone to me every day..
We were like two monads wafting in the winds of time over Bonnie
Doone. She is still with me. I recovered after a long time. I was
seven then.
Why don't use have any music on YouTube?
Donald

This puerile shite was boring the first time you posted it - an
tuigean tu?  Now f*ck off and practice being savvy.......

You've had too much practice at it and are getting stale.
Donald- Hide quoted text -
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Oh I realise now that youse good people are ashamed at the lack of
your own culture. The west coast of the British Isles used to be route
66. I remember a Welsh guy where I worked, in Fleet Street and he
collopsed on the pavement with blood flowing out of his mouth. I had
known him for only two weeks but he handed me his wallet. I didn't
know what to do and one of the English guys snatched it from his hand.
Norman recovered and we worked together again.
I realise how insensitive I was , to your good selves, in pointing out
that you have no culture and the reason you don't use your own name is
that you speak Received  English.
Please accept my apologies once again.
Donald

Bullaí fir A Dhomhnail! Is de sliocht Sasanach Seumas. Is ansa liom do
phoist. Ní scéal cinn chroim é.- Hide quoted text -
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Sliocht Sasanach - mise? As do mheabhair arís uair amháin eile.
Vótáil Micí Mac Pí - an fear leis an gee!

[The Highlander]

She used to come in every day and polish the fireplace in the middle
of the ward. I was the only one there and I could see her. She had big
handfulls of cotton wool and parrifin wax and she said "Oh!" when she
dropped the cotton wool in the fire when it blazed up, kneeling down,
and showed her breasts and face in the light..
She was a nursing auxilliary in the Curragh Military Hospital and she
never spoke to me but she used to sing Bonnie Doone to me every day..
We were like two monads wafting in the winds of time over Bonnie
Doone. She is still with me. I recovered after a long time. I was
seven then.
Why don't use have any music on YouTube?
Donald

This puerile shite was boring the first time you posted it - an
tuigean tu?  Now f*ck off and practice being savvy.......

You've had too much practice at it and are getting stale.
Donald- Hide quoted text -
- Show quoted text -

Oh I realise now that youse good people are ashamed at the lack of
your own culture. The west coast of the British Isles used to be route
66. I remember a Welsh guy where I worked, in Fleet Street and he
collopsed on the pavement with blood flowing out of his mouth. I had
known him for only two weeks but he handed me his wallet. I didn't
know what to do and one of the English guys snatched it from his hand.
Norman recovered and we worked together again.
I realise how insensitive I was , to your good selves, in pointing out
that you have no culture and the reason you don't use your own name is
that you speak Received  English.
Please accept my apologies once again.
Donald

Bullaí fir A Dhomhnail! Is de sliocht Sasanach Seumas. Is ansa liom do
phoist. Ní scéal cinn chroim é.- Hide quoted text -
- Show quoted text -

Sliocht Sasanach - mise?  As do mheabhair arís uair amháin eile.
Vótáil Micí Mac Pí - an fear leis an gee!

Sliocht Sasanach - tusa! Gun ceist!

[Whack all imperialists]

She used to come in every day and polish the fireplace in the middle
of the ward. I was the only one there and I could see her. She had big
handfulls of cotton wool and parrifin wax and she said "Oh!" when she
dropped the cotton wool in the fire when it blazed up, kneeling down,
and showed her breasts and face in the light..
She was a nursing auxilliary in the Curragh Military Hospital and she
never spoke to me but she used to sing Bonnie Doone to me every day..
We were like two monads wafting in the winds of time over Bonnie
Doone. She is still with me. I recovered after a long time. I was
seven then.
Why don't use have any music on YouTube?
Donald

This puerile shite was boring the first time you posted it - an
tuigean tu?  Now f*ck off and practice being savvy.......

You've had too much practice at it and are getting stale.
Donald- Hide quoted text -
- Show quoted text -

Oh I realise now that youse good people are ashamed at the lack of
your own culture. The west coast of the British Isles used to be route
66. I remember a Welsh guy where I worked, in Fleet Street and he
collopsed on the pavement with blood flowing out of his mouth. I had
known him for only two weeks but he handed me his wallet. I didn't
know what to do and one of the English guys snatched it from his hand.
Norman recovered and we worked together again.
I realise how insensitive I was , to your good selves, in pointing out
that you have no culture and the reason you don't use your own name is
that you speak Received  English.
Please accept my apologies once again.
Donald

Bullaí fir A Dhomhnail! Is de sliocht Sasanach Seumas. Is ansa liom do
phoist. Ní scéal cinn chroim é.- Hide quoted text -
- Show quoted text -

Sliocht Sasanach - mise?  As do mheabhair arís uair amháin eile.
Vótáil Micí Mac Pí - an fear leis an gee!

Sliocht Sasanach - tusa! Gun ceist!- Hide quoted text -
- Show quoted text -

Níl ciall ar bith agat - fear gorm a dúirt tú fuam cheana féin..

[The Highlander]

Post by Whack all imperialists

She used to come in every day and polish the fireplace in the middle
of the ward. I was the only one there and I could see her. She had big
handfulls of cotton wool and parrifin wax and she said "Oh!" when she
dropped the cotton wool in the fire when it blazed up, kneeling down,
and showed her breasts and face in the light..
She was a nursing auxilliary in the Curragh Military Hospital and she
never spoke to me but she used to sing Bonnie Doone to me every day..
We were like two monads wafting in the winds of time over Bonnie
Doone. She is still with me. I recovered after a long time. I was
seven then.
Why don't use have any music on YouTube?
Donald

This puerile shite was boring the first time you posted it - an
tuigean tu?  Now f*ck off and practice being savvy.......

You've had too much practice at it and are getting stale.
Donald- Hide quoted text -
- Show quoted text -

Oh I realise now that youse good people are ashamed at the lack of
your own culture. The west coast of the British Isles used to be route
66. I remember a Welsh guy where I worked, in Fleet Street and he
collopsed on the pavement with blood flowing out of his mouth. I had
known him for only two weeks but he handed me his wallet. I didn't
know what to do and one of the English guys snatched it from his hand.
Norman recovered and we worked together again.
I realise how insensitive I was , to your good selves, in pointing out
that you have no culture and the reason you don't use your own name is
that you speak Received  English.
Please accept my apologies once again.
Donald

Bullaí fir A Dhomhnail! Is de sliocht Sasanach Seumas. Is ansa liom do
phoist. Ní scéal cinn chroim é.- Hide quoted text -
- Show quoted text -

Sliocht Sasanach - mise?  As do mheabhair arís uair amháin eile.
Vótáil Micí Mac Pí - an fear leis an gee!

Sliocht Sasanach - tusa! Gun ceist!- Hide quoted text -
- Show quoted text -

Níl ciall ar bith agat - fear gorm a dúirt tú fuam cheana féin..

A Rí na bhfeart! - Dún do chlab! Conas a dhéanamh.é a chur ina thost?
B'fhéidir a aimsiú mi gunna...

[Whack all imperialists]

Post by The Highlander

Post by Whack all imperialists

She used to come in every day and polish the fireplace in the middle
of the ward. I was the only one there and I could see her. She had big
handfulls of cotton wool and parrifin wax and she said "Oh!" when she
dropped the cotton wool in the fire when it blazed up, kneeling down,
and showed her breasts and face in the light..
She was a nursing auxilliary in the Curragh Military Hospital and she
never spoke to me but she used to sing Bonnie Doone to me every day..
We were like two monads wafting in the winds of time over Bonnie
Doone. She is still with me. I recovered after a long time. I was
seven then.
Why don't use have any music on YouTube?
Donald

This puerile shite was boring the first time you posted it - an
tuigean tu?  Now f*ck off and practice being savvy.......

You've had too much practice at it and are getting stale.
Donald- Hide quoted text -
- Show quoted text -

Oh I realise now that youse good people are ashamed at the lack of
your own culture. The west coast of the British Isles used to be route
66. I remember a Welsh guy where I worked, in Fleet Street and he
collopsed on the pavement with blood flowing out of his mouth. I had
known him for only two weeks but he handed me his wallet. I didn't
know what to do and one of the English guys snatched it from his hand.
Norman recovered and we worked together again.
I realise how insensitive I was , to your good selves, in pointing out
that you have no culture and the reason you don't use your own name is
that you speak Received  English.
Please accept my apologies once again.
Donald

Bullaí fir A Dhomhnail! Is de sliocht Sasanach Seumas. Is ansa liom do
phoist. Ní scéal cinn chroim é.- Hide quoted text -
- Show quoted text -

Sliocht Sasanach - mise?  As do mheabhair arís uair amháin eile.
Vótáil Micí Mac Pí - an fear leis an gee!

Sliocht Sasanach - tusa! Gun ceist!- Hide quoted text -
- Show quoted text -

Níl ciall ar bith agat - fear gorm a dúirt tú fuam cheana féin..

A Rí na bhfeart! - Dún do chlab! Conas a dhéanamh.é a chur ina thost?
B'fhéidir a aimsiú mi gunna...- Hide quoted text -
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Tá dóthain meits agat go fóill....