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Sort it out Yourself – winners (plonkers)
The plonker needed a hat so he got one with a kiwi on it cause he was a kiwi in Rarotonga. What an intellectually challenged doofus he is.
After hooking a marlin with spawny tart and two others from the wedding group then loosing it at the boat he should have got the second hat.
Okay … heaps of other images but “Long Island Ice Teas”
List Days
Well now it seems that Rosses Point is in Ireland. Couldn’t find Rosses Shaft so can only assume the point is limply looking for something to do. In the next sign the plonker reckons the second town name is a verb … Lynda is still confused.
So found a Megalithic Cemetery. That means its @#$%^^ old for you heathens out there. Im sure I saw the name Muireadhach on one of the stones.. check http://www.namenerds.com/irish/trad.html
Giants Causeway… the photo might look familiar to those of you who can remember Led Zeppelin – Stairway to Heaven and the album covers.
Then we have picturesque Blackpool. Home to miles of tacky sideshow attractions and man eating Killer Whale Pods.
The Grog and Gruel in Ft William – Scotland had some nice beers… an other bar had a well in the middle of it with some poor bastard at the bottom.
The Loch Ness Inn showed how pubs over here look after their customers.
Next is a photo of Brodie Castle – supposedly the origins of the same a@#$%(@! that has a dump town called “Phelps” named after him in the states. Well a big dump on that to as the @#$$^^&* was closed the only two days I was able to get to it. To add insult to injury I had to pay 2 quid to park the car to walk to the dump to find out it was closed.
The last two photos were taken to prove that you can get some days when the cloud is pierced by the sun or that you can see the moon at night. Scotland’s weather is unique, there are two seasons – Winter and June.. or as the locals explain it “if it’s raining its summer otherwise its snowing and winter”
Okay .. now in Dublin and that bloody plonker wants to go to another @#@$%^&* museum. Something to do with a bloody old bible ( Book of Kells ) and a drafty old library used by Harry Potter.
Okay enough of the culture let’s get into the real reason people go to Dublin. Whiskey or any loosely related alcoholic substance… gotta love the Blarney kiss.
So after a little tipple at the Whiskey Museum I run into an abused brother at an Irish Pub… Check that mug in the mirror, he is one of the walking dead. Brother Bashed didn’t want to escape… they say it’s something called Stockholm syndrome.
Shot of me trying to dob him into to the local Garda… man they are mean buggers in downtown Dublin on a Sat night.
It appears all the ladies like the DIVM .. and that’s not the bloody vehicle licensing ministry either, although it probably rotates its clients just as fast.
Next I am near a 9000 year old lease at the Guinness Factory.
Tasting went a bit wrong but got my cert anyway, !@#$@#W% what’s that bald old prick Hurley doing here he should be living out his dotage in Island Bay.
Next we have some surfing action …. There is a video that Methuselah Taylor will like it if it posts.
The oldest pub in Ireland has @#@#W%^ Jail Bait Mussels….. but being the rebel I am just had to try. Then who can resist this promotional sign.
Finally I wasn’t aware that Whale Oil was over here,, but hell there she blows boys, …. A Pete’s Pub special.
There was a young Tarrant from Devizes
Who’s balls were of different sizes
The one that was small
Was of no use at all
But the other one won many prizes
And that plonkettes is an example of a ???????
Yes a Limerick
Such a cultured place that the plonker even had a haircut there. Brave but stupid bastard that he is letting an Irishman anywhere near him with cold steel in his hands.
So this is Blarney Castle home to the Blarney Stone. Remember to ask the plonker about the stripped rock at the base of the castle … it’s a crap shot really.
So the Blarney Stone is at the top of the castle. We all know Lynda is scared of heights but she made it to the top with me .
So where is the Blarney stone … its outside which requires you to lean out to kiss it. So the plonker did it and I kissed it and also kissed it with my arse. So next time I fart you will not only smell it but it will eloquently inform you that it has happened.
Lynda found a Poison Garden with this crazy white flower. Next thing you know I’m hanging from a cage ala “Grevious in the Cage with Triangles”.
Any hoooow check out these psychedelic nipples !!!!
It’s a long way to …………….. ( and a bloody long drive to boot )
The real estate around here is pretty trashy.. lots of dumps starting with “Ross” and OldRoss is just a sealed goat track that the rental car still hasn’t got over. When the Irish say 100 Km/hr it’s actually a joke but that bloody plonker tries to drive to the speed limit.
The plonker reckons Tipperary would suit his sister as there seems to be a pub with her name written all over it. Bet she loves him too !!!!
The French share their beach’s,,, lots of public access on the FR. So St Tropez started of as a sleepy little port then expanded into a monster taking the overflow from Monte Carlo. Some of the yachts were so large it took more than two wide angle shots to capture them. Note that you must not only have the yacht but the matching car is also required.
Any Hoow found some other sights there and a bit of booty as well.
Surprise family reunion. Who would have thought.
Had a meal at this place with the most humungus open plan multi sex toilet. Nothing beats taking a constitutional watching the tourists walk past below you.
Of to Cannes to see the red carpet and get booted around a bit.
Lastly a look a daily attire for men on the FR… note patrons of the GM in Wellington need not apply.
