Kind of like how your footie team always looks when playin’ against Belgium?
Oi, Bel’s got more ‘en her little finger ‘en ye’ do in ye’ punk-
Now I know ye’ lookin’ fer a good lampin’, ‘en, shut yer flappin’ trap-
Give ye’ a five second head start. One. Two. Five.
(Source: nuairathigairduinethigairuile)
nuairathigairduinethigairuile:
i-am-shamrocked started following you
Smells like tatties and regrets.
Must be Eire, aye?
It’s good to see that you’re still as charming as always.
Oi, on’y charmin’s my middle name.
Is, though, Séamus Charmin’ Dubghlas, ye can look it up on of those feckin’ bits of plastic everyone’s totin’ round.
nuairathigairduinethigairuile:
aux-armes-citoyens started following you
Wha’s tha’?
Gettin’ inta’ trouble, are we?
Not with a single inch of my being.
You should never assume things you know. It makes an arse out of you and me.
Wouldn’ want ta arse-ume thin’s, ‘en, on’y t’is not assumin’ if it’s ye nature.
S’lon’ as it’s not ta do wit’ me, mate.
onenhagoll started following you
—Crivvens.
Elowen, is tha’ you, ‘en? Guid and proper?
An’ wha’ th’ hell have ye got on ye’ face, lass?
castrum-sepulcri-burgum started following you
…Th’ hell is this and wot’s it doin’ in m’ garden.
Off, got no business wit’ Little People anymore.
(Right, but greetin’s anyway.)
heavenintherain started following you
…Evenin’, pigtails.
Not ta be rude, like, on’y haven’t ye’ got some paperwork ta be hot ‘n bothered over?
nuairathigairduinethigairuile:
nuairathigairduinethigairuile:
Oh, jings, crivvens…
Th’ wee Frenchie lass is round again.
Hi Da.
Thought I heard yer dulcet tones ‘round, like.
And hurried ta hide whot it was ye were doin’, aye?
…S’pose tha’s guid enough life plannin’, like. Spare ye’ th’ boxin’ fer today.
Stan’ like ye’ proud, right.
Weren’t doin’ nothin’ indecent.
…likely.
And how’s that?
Proud enough then?
Feck if I care if ye doin’ somethin’ indecent. Just don’t wanna see, like.
Bairn’s far ta’ young to be mindin’ a rubber, oi.
….Th’ hell is tha’, some sorta episode? Ye’ look like a feckin’ poofter.
nuairathigairduinethigairuile:
Oh, jings, crivvens…
Th’ wee Frenchie lass is round again.
Hi Da.
Thought I heard yer dulcet tones ‘round, like.
And hurried ta hide whot it was ye were doin’, aye?
…S’pose tha’s guid enough life plannin’, like. Spare ye’ th’ boxin’ fer today.
Stan’ like ye’ proud, right.
