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“Sure, ‘twas our revered progenitor, Gallaghtrue Gonogle, who split the sacerdotal alder tree, releasing seven wood nymphs and seven sylvan faeries. And he used his axe to hone of the tree’s meat a fine shillelagh. This he carried with him thenceforth, sure, and straddled all of Erin like colossus of Caesar times, from Kilarney to Galway. And he pooped out thirty lads and thirty lasses, one by one, to populate the land, calling out to each as they landed in the peaty soil, “Sure, scamper forth, me lovelies, and plant yer seed across the lands!””

This my potato-breathed mother would coo to me at bedtime.

Stupid Irish twat.

Date Written: December 07, 2003
Author: qualcomm
Average Vote: 4.6

06/1/2004 Not Lisa (4):
06/1/2004 TheBuyer (4): slaith, ye cunt.
06/1/2004 scoop (5): hooray
06/1/2004 John Slocum (5): Easy, there, on your mother. She birthed you, brought you into this world after carrying your ass for 9 months.
06/2/2004 scoop: Yeah, so? I didn't ask the bitch to fuck my dad without a condom. Fucking slut.
06/2/2004 John Slocum: maybe you're right, I never looked at it that way.
09/18/2004 scoop: God I am so sorry mother.
10/26/2006 Master Bates (5):