The story of an Irishman travelling around Ireland, speaking only Irish:
In Galway, I went out busking on the streets, singing the filthiest, most debauched lyrics I could think of to see if anyone would understand. No one did - old women smiled, tapping their feet merrily, as I serenaded them with filth. In Killarney, I stood outside a bank promising passers-by huge sums of money if they helped me rob it, but again no one understood.
Within the first five minutes of a conversation with another most people already have it set in their minds, whether this person knows what they are talking about, or is a raving idiot - Alexander Munro[quote database]
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