Dublin Slanging Match

-How’s the form?
-Grand
-Where’s head the ball?
-He did a legger
-Not on his nifty fifty?
-It’s banjaxed
-But it’s perishing
-Least it’s not teeming
-It was desperate before
-I think he took the hump
-Were you acting the maggot?
-Just a bit of trick-acting
-And the Mucker?
-I’m up to ninety with him
-He’s a decent skin
-Full of himself
-He’s just a dry shite
-He’s after bunking off again
-Who gives a toss?
-He’ll make a hames of it
-He’ll just take grinds
-And make a bags of them
-He’s a chancer
-He’s a gobdaw
-Last night was cat
-It was brutal alright
-You were throwing some serious shapes
-Gammy leg
-The drinking was savage
-Too many geebags
-Motting tonight?
-The usual
-Skanger from last night?
-She was a bleedin’ ride
-Very pass-remarkable
-A pain in the face
-Did ya shift?
-Proper order
-You did in your hole
-She dropped her chips
-Catch yourself on
-She was gagging for it
-You’re only messin’
-Wanted to do a line with me
-No better man
-Lovely hurling says I
-You were suckin diesel
-That’s when her oul wan turned up
-Snared rapid
-Which put the kibosh on that
-The young wan was thrilled skinny
-She’d been gameball
-Fierce unlucky
-I was raging
-A dead loss then?
-The ma was a fine thing
-Stop the lights!
-Did ya not get a sconce?
-She was a Biddy
-Wanted to wear the face off me
-Get outta that garden!
-I was brickin’ it
-Is that when you went on the tear?
-Ended up in the scratcher okay
-Fluthered?
-Paralitic
-Gas man
-In rag order this morning
-Shoulda come the pictures
-Cop on
-It was only massive
-Bog-standard more like
-On the batter tonight?
-Deffo
-Deadly
-As soon as I hit the drink-link
-The one on the dualler?
-The one by your gaf
-You are in your shite
-Don’t lose the head
-I’m not going to that kip
-Alright hardchaw
-You had some scoff?
-Chipper
-Spiceburger?
-Something covered in gick
-One and one?
-Your only man
-Is that a Baby Power?
-It’s the dog’s bollocks
-Gift
-Was gumming for something
-Give us a slug
-Ask me bollix
-Swallie it then
-Hold your horses
-I wanna get a jo-maxi
-Let me shoot the jax
-It’s your twist
-Sketch, here’s the mulchie
-Alright pox bottle, take her handy

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