J: Galway
So Vincent and I hopped on a bus (a bus! What the fuck...) to Galway,
deciding to try and do the whole weekend on the cheap,
which is never the best way to start an adventure.
First of all there was some aul wan with smelly naked feet taking up half the bus.
4 hours later we arrive at Eyre Square, which has been abandoned by the blokes who are meant to be doing it up,
and looks like Russia.
Thence to Galway's only gay pub, via some rude cow trying to skip the queue at the ATM,
and, once we'd shuddered collectively at the lack of talent,
we set about trying to hunt down the source of all good bum sex in Galway.
How disappointed we were!
We found a gay-friendly place called GPO.
The straight part had gay disco music,
and the gay part had a rock covers band.
Kids were buying Harry Potter all around us.
I spilled beer over Adrian and he flashed his willy on the way home.
Once we beat off the queues clamouring for a bit of doctor cock,
we made it home for some vodka.
The end!
deciding to try and do the whole weekend on the cheap,
which is never the best way to start an adventure.
First of all there was some aul wan with smelly naked feet taking up half the bus.
4 hours later we arrive at Eyre Square, which has been abandoned by the blokes who are meant to be doing it up,
and looks like Russia.
Thence to Galway's only gay pub, via some rude cow trying to skip the queue at the ATM,
and, once we'd shuddered collectively at the lack of talent,
we set about trying to hunt down the source of all good bum sex in Galway.
How disappointed we were!
We found a gay-friendly place called GPO.
The straight part had gay disco music,
and the gay part had a rock covers band.
Kids were buying Harry Potter all around us.
I spilled beer over Adrian and he flashed his willy on the way home.
Once we beat off the queues clamouring for a bit of doctor cock,
we made it home for some vodka.
The end!