I'm back with a bang folks

After a brief period of absence, i'm back with a whole new outlook on life. My opinions on certain subjects have changed. For example, I no longer believe that Amy 'go fuck yourself off a bridge' Tramphouse is the most annoying person in the world. Don't get me wrong id still set her on fire if I had half a chance, I've just moved onto a bigger target; Jordan 'the saggy tit crocadile face'. Alot of things have contributed to this new found outlook on life. It could be my new old girlfriend Ciara, whos a bit of a hero all the same. It could be the unhealthy amount of booze i'm consuming these days, Darrens uplifting public service announcements (psa's for short), or maybe Eamonn Dorans abrupt closing :-). Either way i'm digging it.

Anyways, instead of giving out about something something Burnsy tells me to write, i've decided to talk about adventures and goings on (and hopefully beef, mmm I love beef). To start i thought i'd talk about last Saturday night. After winning a bottle of gin in a raffle at the local, me and Johnny went to town on it before flagging a taxi. We only made it half way through because we we're running late and the poxy thing tasted like paint stripper mixed with ass. So we picked up Ciara and made our way into town with the half bottle of gin. We decided to take a leaf out of Ghostys book and mix it with coke before necking it. So there we were standing at the enterance of temple bar mixing our drink, paranoid that coppers would come and snatch the booze. Little did we expect these two homeless blokes to come and befriend us. One was black and the other was mexican or jewish or something and we couldn't really understand him but he was still cool in the gang. I sorta wished we asked them their names come to think of it. The black guy kept touching is toes and complaining of heart problems. We were genuinely scared for the bloke. So much so that we gave him the last of our coke and a couple sips of gin. The poor bastard was so grateful. He shook all our hands homie style before giving me and johnny ''respect''. He wouldnt give Ciara respect because shes a girl.. what a legend. They went to a hospital or to find some bitches and hoes or something, the guy we couldn't understand said that bit. So we finished our gin like the classy feckers that we are and all thanked christ that gwen wasn't with us for the whole experence. She has a tad fondness for the 'N' word.
After our lovely gin we went to Eamonn Dorans. What a shame that it's closed down :) So Purty Kitchens was our second choice. I had my doubts after graduation night but I enjoyed myself in the end. I got drunk and we saw johnny WINNING a dance off. We also saw him chatting up a 27 year old mother of three (jeez i wonder if she puts out?). The night ended on a high note though. Me and Ciara went to Dan with the lovely hair's house aroud 4 in the morning. It must have been a good ten minutes before a stripper pole fell on my head. I know what you're thinking, who the fuck has a stripper pole in their house? I wasn't complaining though, I enjoyed my spin on it a littlle bit too much. Anywhos thats me out for another day.

PEACE!