I beat my wife, wore a Guiness hat and had inadvisable anal sex with a Catholic teenager before complaining about William of Orange whilst walking pigs on string to the pub where I had a fist fight with the priest who raped me when I was a teenager, all the while dancing like that cunt Flatley. As is befitting of several clichés.
In reality, I just got shit-faced.
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Originally Posted by Savage Clone
Last time I was in Chicago I spent an hour in a Nazi submarine with a banjo player.
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