Hopefully not. I wouldn’t worry on the facial recognition front. The iPhone was developed in California. I’m sure they’ve designed it for people who have a nose job for breakfast. Anything else is a guaranteed business disaster, up there with opening a soap shop in Kanturk.
I do be too. I’d suggest we meet up, but you’re from Togher. We had a similar problem here, with horny from Hamburg neighbours. After two weeks, I said to My Conor, this is driving me nuts. He said why don’t we try banging against the wall. I said great idea, if you can’t beat them, join them.
No one could point the finger in Douglas if you named your child after a bottle of gin. I’m worried you’re pinning all your hopes on the finest legal minds in Cork. That’s like getting fashion tips from the best-dressed woman in Ballybunion. Let’s just say there wouldn’t be much competition.
It certainly does. Let’s just say Bandon put the B in BDSM. Don’t Google that or you might never get off the internet. Your lady friend was suggesting you try a bit of bondage. That’s where your partner ties you to the bed after a maximum of two gin and tonics. Anything more would be a mistake. Unless you get turned on by the sentence: “You couldn’t untie me there, Lady Whipvicious, I’m bursting for a slash.”
Good idea. Letting someone from Glasheen into a fee-paying school is tax deductible, as an Act of Charity. (Seriously, look it up.) I asked my Posh Cousin if there was any point in trying to get your son into Pres. She said no. I said why. She said you’re nothing in Posh Cork these days if you don’t send your kids to boarding school. I said wouldn’t you miss them? She said not as much as the fortune you’d make after renting
out their room for six months. I said I’ll never understand Posh Cork.
She said that’s why you only live in Ballinlough. Ouch, like.