/éire/ /eire/

[Dominic Allen]

/Phonefags out/ edition

[Dylan Reyes]

éire

[Benjamin Turner]

Best girl

[Noah Hughes]

make me faggot

[Gabriel Walker]

Wew lads.

[Aaron Diaz]

>tfw I have bottled over 50 people in my life

If ten people from eire ganged up on me I would unironically glass you all into paste. At the age of 15 I was jumped by a group of 10 knackers and bottled one over the head and made them all run away. I'm the best scrapper here, fact. I have never lost a bar fight in my life. If any of you said anything snarky to me, you would be erased from history. Unironically.

If anyone wants to arrange a glassing match I'm in Chicago for the day and I am looking for a target so let me know if you're up for it.

[Zachary Flores]

>This is an Irish Army MOWAG Piranha IIIH. It's a ten ton, diesel-powered, two hundred and seventy five horsepower infantry fighting vehicle with an armament of a 12.7 millimetre heavy machine gun, and defensive armour able to withstand rocket propelled grenades, improvised explosive devices, and any nuclear, biological, or chemical threat. With an Allison MT-653 automatic six-speed planetary gearbox, this bad-boy is able to achieve one hundred kilometre per hour speeds on land with ease. So, to any Brit who expresses a wish to form a union with us, you should just go back the way you came.

[Benjamin Young]

Bhuail mé le Alan Ó Ceallaigh sa Dunnes inné.
Mar leantóir, d’inis mé dó go raibh sé deas cúl chun é a bhualadh leis go pearsanta, ach nior raibh mé a bheith i mo bhobarún ‘s cuir ólc air ‘s iarr air do ghrianghraif nó aon rud.
Dúirt sé ‘Óó, conas atá tú ag déanamh anois?” Bhí iontas orm, an t-aon focal a d'fhéadfainn rá, bhí sé "Huth?".
Chuaigh sé romham – “Huth? Huth? Huth?” a dhúirt sé, agus ag bualadh bos os m’aghaidh.
Maslaithe ‘s trína chéile, shiúil mé i leataobh ‘s lean mé ar aghaidh lem chuid siopadóireacht. Agus, chuala mé é, ag éagaoineadh.
Tháinig mé go tosach an tsiopa chun mo rudaí a íoc nuair a chonaic mé Kelly a bheith ag iarraidh a siúl amach as na dhoirse, le like leathdhosaen dhá lítear buidéil uiscí ina bhaclainn aige gan a íoc.
Bhí an cailín, ag an chuntar, go deas faoi ‘s proifisiúnta, bhí sí like ag rá ‘Fear, tá ort na rudaí a íoc’. Ar an gcéad amharc, níl ann ach sé ag cur i gcéill nár chula sé í, ach i bhfad na haimsire, chas sé timpeall ‘s shiúil sé chuig an cuntar, go drogallach.
B’iontach an radharc é.

[Alexander Jenkins]

My copypasta!
To think I didn't save it after writing it.

Did you learn any Irish from it?

[Jacob Perry]

How are you now horse?