Not DRO-HEAD-DAH. Nor DROG-HEAD-DUH. The word is pronounced Draw-dah (according to my religion teacher) from the syntax of the many locals of the area. A town in the wee county of Louth, in the humble province of Leinster, where you can find all sorts of funny characters and possibly the worst
Irish accent ever. Home of
St.
Lawrence's gate, the Bridge of Peace, the Head (yes, the frickin' head) of St. Oliver Plunkett and of course, the strongest football team of the Eircom League in
Ireland, Drogheda United. It also hosts one of the gayest lamest disco establishments ever, the
Star and Crescent, where you can hook-up or bait, one of its many lipstick-wearing, underage-drinking, 16-year-old hoes. Also the dwelling place of many culchies and skangers.
I love Drogheda, but
man, sometimes, it just sucks so much it's
like living in the middle of frickin' nowhere. Shoutouts to my cows and spuds,
yo.