Aye
If you ever find yourself in Lettermacaward, which you never will, be prepared to have your kidneys removed and replaced with pints.
One of the lads from college had this 21st last Friday in a crossroads about 45 minutes outside LK. I stumbled into work at 8.50 Monday morning after being dropped off by one of the lads. Absolutely riddled with pints all weekend, little to no sleep, but when I did I woke being spooned by Pierce is in underwear, or being leaped on or pints being thrown at my face. They fucking love their drink driving, though Pierce was not impressed when he nearly spilled his pint. We came close to hitting two deer after they jumped out in front of our taxi, I say taxi, drinks are passed down from the driver seat to the back constantly. We all fell off our seats and bate our heads off the seat ahead, though I have no recollection of this happening. We were drinking with the rose of Tralee, she’s sort of hot. House party belting out trad tunes ‘til 8 in the morning. Stealing pints in an over 25s club is a new hobby. I went with 40 euro, spent it, and came back with 50.
Donegal people are too nice. Aye is my new favourite word, it can be used in any situation, aye?
