It’s a sign of poor taste. Although not as bad as keeping a Norry as a pet.
The only way a Posh Cork resident is allowed to keep someone in sub-human conditions is if that someone is a young one from Brazil and you’re giving her 100 quid a week, under the counter, to look after your four kids. (80 quid a week if she refuses to cut your massive lawn.)
They wouldn’t let you in.
(There’s an unofficial ‘No Norry’ policy at the door.) I know people in relationships have different expectations to their partners.
Take My Conor. (Please.) He has sex twice a week. I myself have it four times a week, although that number can rise during the summer, when there is a flight in from Milan.
I asked my Posh Cousin about this. She says she has a start-up that does humdrum jobs for key people like yourself, Robbie.
I said why? She said so you can get on with more important business. I said, like what? She said sailing on a Wednesday afternoon and trying on 14 pink v-neck jumpers in Brown Thomas.
There’s one thing we have in common. Thanks for telling me that you only plan to live once. The thought of reincarnation for entitled hipster gobshites like yourself would be enough to give me a fit of the gawks.(No offence.)
Don’t hesitate to get a tattoo, reminding us that you rode Ophelia. I’d say it’s the last thing you’ll be riding for a while.
I pronounce it What’s That Smell? I’d say your elocution lessons offer will go down a storm. Kerry people loving getting something for nothing, as long as it doesn’t involve deodorant or a letter from the Revenue Commissioners.
Tell the teacher I offer a special elocution module for Killorglin peoplel it’s called Not every sentence has to start with ‘come here lads, wait ‘til I tell ye’.