Paul Pearson
Colm Hawe
John P. Delaney
We were on the road for about an hour and we eventually touched down in Cashel. Not much happened along the road apart from when a rock fell off a lorry that was in front of us, but that wasn�t too exciting. We drove around the town of Cashel for a while before we found the way into the castle. We were in �taking the piss� mood and Pat Fox, Robbie, who are both hurler�s apparently, and God knows who else got the brunt of our jeering. That was all to change soon though. We parked the car up near the entrance of the castle, and left plenty of room at both sides. We headed in to the place, paid the �2 entrance fee and we began to stroll around. There was fuck all to look at there, so we weren�t too long looking around. We left the inside of the castle or church and we headed for a stroll outside. This promptly brought us to a high wall looking down on the car. It was at this point that the day took a turn, for the worse. Pecker and myself were taking the piss out of American�s, when all of a sudden, a car drove up to park alongside my wheels. �What would you do if he hit your car?� asked Pecker. I thought about it for a second and then just laughed it off by taking the piss some more. Then the inevitable happened. The stupid muppet hit the front of the car. What a langer. I let a shout down at some stranger to have a look for any damage, and he said it there was none. That calmed me some bit. Next thing the geezer got out of the car, wearing a big wolly green jumper. It had to be an American and sure enough it was. I let a shout at him, and he said there was no damage. Somehow I didn�t believe him. We headed out to the car, but the gimp was gone. There wasn�t much damage, but the front bumper was all scratched. My heart sank. How was I gonna explain this one? The American had fled the scene too so I was rightly fucked. However, being an American, he was thick and within minutes, he had appeared down the road a bit. Colm and myself headed down to confront him. And confront him we did. As you probably guessed, he was thick. And he didn�t know what to do. Neither did I to be honest. So after a lot of ringing around, I eventually got advice from Murt O�Donnell on what to do. I rang the guards, and they were out with us in about half an hour. I gave my insurance details and the tit gave his aswell. Then he pissed off, along with the guards and we headed up to collect the stone. We climbed around the outside of the rock, picked up a stone and then headed for food. I was fair thick over what happened.
We ended up in Abrakebabra after walking around town for a while. I got a chicken baguette and it was lovely. We were all fairly hungry anyway. There was an unusual amount of cum in my baguette, but I ate it all the same. I got a phone call from home then because they were wondering about why I was ringing. I told them the whole story, and mother didn�t mind too much, but my father lost the cool altogether. But once he calmed down and hung up, we headed back to the car. The taking the piss out of the American�s continued with JP in fine form. Once in the car, we headed for Waterford. We had no idea how to get there but an old lady gave us some directions when we were waiting for the guards. So we all got settled and began to head for Waterford.
