Definitions by undisclosed desires
Dublin
After 6 days of hard work, God had a few minutes to spare. He looked at all the left over crap from his labours and thought, what the fuck am i gonna do wer all this shit thats left over. He gathered it all up and chucked it to the side. Some years later cavemen arrived on the east coast of Ireland in boats made out of tree trunks and found Gods unwanted crap and called it Dublin. Since those days all the human crap produced in Ireland has somehow made its way to Dublin. Today we know this crap as, Dubliners.
How to spot a Dubliner. Copy and paste the following: 33, show it to some one in Dublin and ask them to read it out loud. If they say turty tree then they are indeed the crap God rejected.
Dubliners are usually lazy and ugly. Avoid the "Liberties" at all costs because its full of low life scallies...No on reflection avoid all of Dublin but if you cannot avoid the place you better have all the cash reserves of Fort Knocks in your pocked and be prepared to pay a million times more for stuff than anywhere else in the world.
If you do visit Dublin then remember, the only good Dubliner is a dead Dubliner.
How to spot a Dubliner. Copy and paste the following: 33, show it to some one in Dublin and ask them to read it out loud. If they say turty tree then they are indeed the crap God rejected.
Dubliners are usually lazy and ugly. Avoid the "Liberties" at all costs because its full of low life scallies...No on reflection avoid all of Dublin but if you cannot avoid the place you better have all the cash reserves of Fort Knocks in your pocked and be prepared to pay a million times more for stuff than anywhere else in the world.
If you do visit Dublin then remember, the only good Dubliner is a dead Dubliner.
Dublin, fuck off, i aint stupid enough to go there and if i was i would rather be hanged, drawn and quartered for my stupidity.
Dublin by undisclosed desires February 26, 2010
Orangeman
Stupid Northern Irish protestants who can't spell the word families but insist on spelling it familys.
Orangemen remember the battle of the boyne, fought in 1690. They have marched on the 12th of July for many hundreds of years commemorating the victory of William of Orange, a protestant Dutch prince, over the catholic, Scottish King James.
The only time in recent memory they did not march was during the two World Wars. The reason for this was because they didn't want the Brits to see that they were all hiding in their houses and to afraid to go to war and fight for their country. Unlike the catholics who signed up in large numbers to fight the Germans.
Orangemen remember the battle of the boyne, fought in 1690. They have marched on the 12th of July for many hundreds of years commemorating the victory of William of Orange, a protestant Dutch prince, over the catholic, Scottish King James.
The only time in recent memory they did not march was during the two World Wars. The reason for this was because they didn't want the Brits to see that they were all hiding in their houses and to afraid to go to war and fight for their country. Unlike the catholics who signed up in large numbers to fight the Germans.
Orangeman by undisclosed desires February 26, 2010
Falls Road
A 3 mile long road in Belfast, Northern Ireland stuffed to the brim with dole scroungers, smelly unwashed bastards, terrorist cunts, millies and spides, kids who don't know who the fuck their da is, females who walk the streets in their pj's and slippers at all times of the day.
No major boys schools on the road because they don't need education as they only aspire to signing on the dole, stealing, drinking and mugging people weaker than themselves.
Wear a tie on the Falls Road and the spides are sure to kick your head in coz you look like a fucken queer boy.
No major boys schools on the road because they don't need education as they only aspire to signing on the dole, stealing, drinking and mugging people weaker than themselves.
Wear a tie on the Falls Road and the spides are sure to kick your head in coz you look like a fucken queer boy.
My brother is going out with a millie from the Falls Road, the eejit can't string two words together and thinks the PIL is a band formed by Johnny Rotten after the Sex Pistols split. He needs his head luckin at going out wer thon one.
Falls Road by undisclosed desires February 26, 2010
Flies Graveyard
Square, flat bun with two pastry layers and sweet mince in the middle and sugar on top.
Found all over Northern Ireland and loved by old and young alike.
Found all over Northern Ireland and loved by old and young alike.
Flies Graveyard by undisclosed desires February 26, 2010
Belfast Bap
Big, crusty round bread famed throughout Northern Ireland and the stuff of legends.
Usually split in the middle and stuffed full of any filling you like.
Popular with builder types coz its a quare feed far ya teabreak like.
Best smothered in Real butter such as Golden Cow or Dromona.
Usually split in the middle and stuffed full of any filling you like.
Popular with builder types coz its a quare feed far ya teabreak like.
Best smothered in Real butter such as Golden Cow or Dromona.
Belfast Bap by undisclosed desires February 26, 2010