on our vet travels yesterday we thought wed stop off for a pint of the "black stuff" and a feed of irish pub grub. what do you think of this little pub nestled on the side of a river..... only..all is not as it seems :unsure: :unsure:
look at the rooftop..can you see the banshee who haunts this pub ? :unsure:
when we walked to the bar we realised we were the only normal ones there, it was filled with banjo players and women with faces like the proverbial "lurgan spade"...men with tweed suits that would rip the skin of a lesser-mortal and wellies. :blink:
a guy of all of 4 foot climbed up from behind the bar and asked what we wanted then we we told him he climbed back down and walked away for a book on ulster-gaelic translation. when he came back he had transformed into a beautiful irish serving wench with dark hair and eyes to fall into...then i knew it was all going wrong. ian and i looked across the table in horror as the next time he came back he was a guy and hes wife with rugby shirts on standing 7` 13 " tall !
we were too scared to see what he was going to be next so we bolted.
down south should stay down south and never become north :blink: :wacko: cos i tell you friend its filled with transforming bar staff and men who coax sperm from their greyhounds
the next pub we had guiness..chicken...snogs from trogs...and sprints across bogs...what a fecking day :sweating:
look at the rooftop..can you see the banshee who haunts this pub ? :unsure:
when we walked to the bar we realised we were the only normal ones there, it was filled with banjo players and women with faces like the proverbial "lurgan spade"...men with tweed suits that would rip the skin of a lesser-mortal and wellies. :blink:
a guy of all of 4 foot climbed up from behind the bar and asked what we wanted then we we told him he climbed back down and walked away for a book on ulster-gaelic translation. when he came back he had transformed into a beautiful irish serving wench with dark hair and eyes to fall into...then i knew it was all going wrong. ian and i looked across the table in horror as the next time he came back he was a guy and hes wife with rugby shirts on standing 7` 13 " tall !
we were too scared to see what he was going to be next so we bolted.
down south should stay down south and never become north :blink: :wacko: cos i tell you friend its filled with transforming bar staff and men who coax sperm from their greyhounds
the next pub we had guiness..chicken...snogs from trogs...and sprints across bogs...what a fecking day :sweating:
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