I know which uniyou mean...I was there for four years a while back. You do get some freaky freakishness up that neck of the woods. In my first year I had to spend my first 6 weeks living with some old hag oop in the town. After finding her vaginal douche on the side of the bath one evening, I quickly made my excuses and moved into halls.
I got put into a flat with 6 female, irish nursing students. Christmas had come early...or so I though.
Something happens to Irish girls at uni...well the ones I met anyway. The could drink more than my Uncle Harry. They smoked more than than a suicide bomber. They swore more than a Grimsby fishwife.
Actually I fitted in really well....ignore me, it must be the crack.
(I got put into a flat with 6 female, irish nursing students. Christmas had come early...or so I though.
Something happens to Irish girls at uni...well the ones I met anyway. The could drink more than my Uncle Harry. They smoked more than than a suicide bomber. They swore more than a Grimsby fishwife.
Actually I fitted in really well....ignore me, it must be the crack.
Beejay Proper old bastard,
Wed 19 Nov 2003, 9:56,
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