So Fecky the Ninth at my favourite pub decided I didn't need to be there anymore. Some rubbish about nicking tankards and blowing up the bog. Total blarney, you couldn't pay me to use those. Anyway, long story short, I'm locked out and without a place to go on a Friday night
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... Seamus?
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Oh, yeah! Did you know there's this really wild thing called the Plothole? You can get whatever you want from there!
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I did, but I don't think I can drag a whole pub outta there.
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"Dunno about a wireless, but there's rooms here a-plenty."
"As for girls, just stick around the Mansion, they're all here," Fred winks.
"Yeah, he should know," George snorts with a laugh.
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