Och, aye. I am in great need of convogination, but I believe I could also go for the pint after a late supper of fish an' chips. Tomorrow I'm forgetting all of my responsibilities to have a night out with the girls and spend money I don't have.
There are too many gay people at college. I just lost a lot of respect for someone today.
No more he'll hear the seagull cry,
O'er the murmuring Shannon tide,
For he fell beneath the Northern sky,
Brave Hanlon at his side.
He has gone to join that gallant band,
Of Plunkett, Pearse, and Tone,
A martyr of old Ireland,
Sean South of Garryowen.
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