"You're mad! You little eejit! I'm digging a well. I need water for the Irish water company. When I left Dublin to live high on the hog in Brussels Irish water was a sound Company. Then they put that gobshite Alan Kelly in charge! He couldn't direct piss into a bucket! Now my pal Enda is in big trouble." With that he made an even more vicious swipe at me with his shovel. Well, the wind of that swipe on my face was all the incentive I needed. I sprang into action and accelerated out of that clearing like a rocket going into space. I'm still running.
What can I do now?
I really do need a stiff Jameson and I think the Lumpers Pub is round here somewhere. I'll head in that direction.
To be continued..............
What can I do now?
I really do need a stiff Jameson and I think the Lumpers Pub is round here somewhere. I'll head in that direction.
To be continued..............