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Pecker suggested the beach. Fair enough. It was only a couple of miles away. It was pissing rain so it wasn�t a great idea. We got to Garretstown beach safely enough. There was stones and dirt and shit all over the road from where the sea washes them up. That was cool. We pulled in at a wall and got out of the car for the first time in a few hours. It was grand to have a stretch, and a scratch! The sea was just over the wall so that�s where we headed. The tide was out and this is where or stone was to be collected. After all, the stone is the reason we were here. But in order to get the stone, we had to fulfil a task. And the task was, touch the sea 5 times without getting wet. It was fairly easy. I got a cool stone, which is currently in my room in a money bag. My idea I must add. From this beach, we headed to another beach. This one wasn�t as nice because it was full of stones. Dave wouldn�t get out of my car to have a look. That was about to become a recurring theme for the rest of the night. Next the Pecker brought us to the Old Head. As I said, Dave wanted sleep, and a good slap in the head. The rest of us went over to a cliff. The sea looked cool and the moon was out aswell. It was some site. Apparently a few people have committed suicide there. Serious or what? Probably lucky that Dave didn�t get out of the car because chances are Joe would of thrown him over.
From here, we headed back towards Limerick. We passed a car with a couple having a shag. Hetro or homo? I don�t know to be honest. The windows were steamed up. They got scared when we passed and then reversed back. But once the lights came on, we pissed off fairly lively. Once back in Kinsale, we pulled up on the quay or the dock or whatever it is. Pecker and Edel wanted a fag. And by fag I don�t mean a homo fella. I mean a cigarette. Once they had another bit of they�re life smoked away, we left for Stab. On the way to Cork, we passed the airport and headed down a long hill into the city. Cork looked cool at night, and it looked fairly massive aswell. It makes you wonder how they can call Limerick a city. The sooner the UN invades that place the better. Anyway, back to Cork. By now the car was getting a little dry. We needed juice. And since I�d no money, Edel sponsored the juice money. Fair play to her.
So that�s about it. Our trip to Cork. It was cool. Apart from one thing. Dave farting. The dirty smelly bastard. That�s what eating and drinking unhealthy crap all your life does. That�s another story though. Hope you enjoyed the memories. And there�s loads more to come. |
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