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.