Jem the ususal welcome please - I think you will find sweetie pie very quick and the slide swing and there’s no need to clean up the act - whilst in the meantime sweetie pie - you are most welcome from my point? RJ? spittie back of the queue and clean ya act up a bit - I’ve always counted Pug as gentleman
Is this a guys only thread?
I will not intrude if that is the case.
No Guys in here, just a couple of nondescripts, in disguise.
we also take transgender cards lesbians ;queers :homosexuals and the Irish!
Gummy, best take more water with it,
your Freudian slip is showing…
Have you a good PR man or Solicitor?
You’re as welcome as the flowers in May Sweetie, pull over a chair and what are ya havin’?
As long as you don’t mind the odd few words that you won’t find in the vicar’s prayer book you’ll be grand.
We have been hoping for some ladies to contribute but I think Gummy frightens them off.;-)
There was a fine lassie called Sweetie Pie
Who wouldn’t hurt a blue arsed fly
What she’d do for others, would shame some mothers
Amd that I tell you is no lie. 
Thank-you I will take a large pinch of salt with me when visiting.
I guess I had better act like
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That was a pleasant exchange.
Good to see you here Sweety Pie
Thank-you for letting me stay.
You can call me just Sweetie, or anything really, just never call me late for dinner.
Forgive my spelling of your name, Sweetie
Don’t worry be happy:-D
Far too many people telling you how to live your life and die healthier these days when in actual fact they couldn’t give a damn about you, they just love telling others what’s good and bad for them.
I pay no heed to them just use me own rules and to hell with the lot of them.
They’re telling us now that toast bread is bad for you if it’s more than barely singed, I’ve been eating mine dark brown on both sides all me life and there’s not a bother on me.
I suppose they have to fill in something in their reports at the end of the year in order to get a grant for another year of leisure.
Watch out for the next frightener- Farting can damage your arse.
“The Minister for health Mr. Sean Roache said today in the Dail that since Batchelors reduced the price of their large tins of beans there is an epidemic of farting in Dublin and surrounding Counties. “This can not be tolerated, it’s utterly disgusting, and what of the tourist trade? who want’s to sit in a traditional pub listening to traditional Irish music when the place smells like an army barracks jacks in Burma, I therefore intend to introduce a law banning all farting in pubs and public places, it won’t work I hear you say? well they said we’d never get away with the smoking ban didn’t they? I say if you can get away with preventing a person having a smoke with their drink after a hard days work you can get away with anything”
And he’s dead right, they are getting away with murder these days.”
I believe a new anti farting ban group has been set up with their slogan taken from that Shakespeare poem “Were ‘er you be let your wind blow free”
I wish them every success.
Farting can’t damage your Arse, but it can wreck your Wreaktum.
what’s the betting, Gummy is going to tell us, sticking Jam up yer arse, is a Male Preserve.
I have been in many pubs in Dublin!
I never heard a sound.
Maybe they should stop serving Coddle.
As for the toast, I like mine well done.
Just for the record I smoke, and I drink - well I need some vices.
You can’t beat sticking some Jam up yer arse, and blowing a Raspberry.
Welcome Sweetie, there is no Bar here, you have to bring your own, there is just a Bench, with a name, and from and to dates, we spend our time, trying to work out to whom it refers, and where they are now.
Well thank God we found a woman with the two traditional vices intact, smoking and drinking. can you sing as well Sweetie?;-)
How times have changed, years ago everyone was at it and the jobs were a plenty, now everyone is living longer, there are no decent jobs and no money for all the healthy old aged pensioners they have created, no foresight again, funny old world ain’t it.
Yes, I can sing and dance.
I don’t fart, ladies fluff.
I am not retired either. RETIRED stupid term, like who was tired in the first place anyway?
Anyway, I will always bring some booze from The Candy Bar.
But now, I need to have my bath.
Have a lovely evening you lot, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.
haven’t you got some concrete to cut that usually gets ya bum sticking up a bit - don’t worry sweetie they are trying to test out ya metal!! as for that RJ he comes at ya like a slobering great dane!! - but he is I hear a wonderful dancer on ice!