Feckin bastard
Feckin bastard
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Family lore says that my great-great grandfather got drunk after work one day, stowed away on a ship to Australia, walked through the back door of his old house 25 years later, sat down at the table and asked where the hell his tea was.
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From all the internet stories this one does not really strike me that unbelivable.
You have a favorite bar. Some dude comes there too for a really long time. You live in same part if town and see regulary eachother, but your interactions are mostly limited to a bar. One day you notice he does not show anymore. Years later he appears again. Not that far fetched you say something to him.
Its not like i dont recognise some people from my youth years when i bump in to them yeara later.
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Also the Irish, English, and Scottish have a very refined sense of sarcasm that most North Americans simply don't understand.
It's very on brand for Irish humour.
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I see these type of comments a lot and I have a genuine question for you because there is something I do not understand.
Why do you care?
That's not meant to be hostile or anything. Just.... what difference does it make? What is it that makes you actually have a genuine interest in the veracity of some random anecdote before you can be amused or not? Because I don't get it.
This sounds kind of bitchy, reading it back, but it's legitimately not meant to be. Read this whole thing in a tone of genuine confusion. Because like... do you enjoy stand up comedy at all? Movies? TV? Or do you only watch documentaries?
I'm so confused.
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do you always sit through campfire storytime and hate on people for sharing their unusual stories or what
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I've seen similar before. The missing bit is that the landlord and customer were old friends. They kept in touch loosely, either online, or via other friends.
Basically, the landlord likely knew it was coming, and played it for laughs.
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Yes, but is it gay?
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This kind of bitching would be a lot more persuasive coming from someone who'd ever contributed anything to a single community. I mean it would still be fucking stupid, but it would be more persuasive.
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The trick to this kind of anecdote is that they could have been there for two hours, explained that the grandfather had lived there before, and eventually someone said “oh, so he’s back?” and everyone laughed.
Change it just a little bit and there you go.
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I think these stories inspire intergenerational trauma within us all, like, we know why grandpa was remembered...
Is this like the sheep fucker joke? You can build a hundred bridges, but they don’t call you John the Bridge Builder. But you fuck one sheep…
Heard for first time in Minx, the other day