A slow T’ursday night at the pub
Anyting could happen, yeh know.
Aye, that's the truth.
At any time.
Right you are, Tommy.
Yeh just never know.
You n'ver do.
I'm just sayin', is all.
Sure, you're just sayin', that's all.
Aye.
So...there somethin' you want to tell me then, Tommy?
Nah, Frank. I was just thinkin’, yeh know, about the future.
Aah, the future. Yeah, yeh just n'ver know about tha'. Hmmm.
Whatcha mean by 'Hmmm' then, Frank?
Wha’? 'Hmmm'? I didn't mean nothin' by 'Hmmm.' I was just fillin' a gap in the conversation.
Bollocks!
Jaysis. What are yeh getting all worked up about then, Tommy?
You know something, don't yeh, Frank?
I know fuck all, Tommy. Fuck all.
Normally I'd agree with yeh, Frank, but not ‘dis time. Just look at yer eyebrows. Yer hiding somethin'.
You're pissed, you are, Tommy.
Aye, you can tink that if you like, but I know yeh, don't I, Frank?
What's wrong with me eyebrows, Tommy?
Jaysis, jut look at em! They get all kinked up and furrowed when yer hidin' somethin'.
You're just being thick, Tommy.
No. It's true. You can't lie. Your feckin' eyebrows gives yeh away. Big hairy beasts they are.
Feck off.
No, you feck off.
Furrowed, yeh say?
Like a fuckin’ accordian at a caelie.
Aah, you're just messing with me.
No, yer the one whose messing. Now spill yer guts, you lyin' gobshite.
Ahh, Jaysis, Mary and Joseph.
Mary, you say? Is dis all about me Mary?
I mentioned Jesus and Joseph, too, if yeh was takin' notes.
What do you know about me Mary, then?
Okay. Right. Mary. Yer Mary's been havin' it on with Eoin.
Eoin? Fa— Eoin? The stinkin’ pig farmer from Ballycoote?
Aye. Didn't ya say yer Mary's been servin' a lot of pork chops fur your tea lately?
Aah, go on.
Not the cheap stuff, neither. Your choice center cuts.
See, now yer having at me.
Of course I am, you bleedin' eejit.
So Mary's not seeing Eoin then?
Not that I know of, Tommy.
You had me goin' there for a bit.
I did.
Feelin' better now are yeh, Tommy?
Aye.
Good. How about another pint then?
Sure another pint'd be grand, Frank.
I'm buyin'.
Aah, Jaysis.
Wha' now?
Yer buyin'? Are yeh serious?
Yeah? Why not?
Yeh hidin' somethin', Frank, and it mus' be fuckin’ serious if you are offerin' to buy a round.
Yer bleedin’ drunk, Tommy—or not drunk enough. Have yerself another drink.
Maybe I will, Frank, but I won't have yeh buyin'. Here then—I'm payin'.
Have it yer way, Tommy.
Right. That's settled. Let's have us a toast, Frank.
What should we toast then, Tommy?
The future!
Aye. Good'n Tommy. To the future!
11:32:38 AM  Random Nonsense
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