Now that term is out I can finally get back to drug-dealing….anyone for a score?…
You just buy her a bag of chips, right? Wrong – here’s Agony Anto’s guide to treating your laydee…
Dah new anthem fer Ireland is fookin massive! “Furst we wore pooer, den we were rich, now we’re pooer again!”…
If yeh see us in de pub buy us a pint, will’eh?…
I used ta tink that all boggers did all day was grunt loudly and cut peat. Deze le’ers prove udderwise.…
As sure as there’s a hole in yer arse, I swear to Jaysus dese letters came teh me……
Shootin’ the breeze since before ammunition was illegal, wha’…
“Did ye mish the boash?” says the Keddyman. “No, I was off screwin’ your dawter,” says I……
With friends in low places, Anto knows the fookin’ score, man…
Whatever’s doggin’ your troubles, Anto is here to folly yis up, reet…
Dear Anto, I met this like, really really sweet guy in the student bor and we got together that night but the next day he, like, totally blanked me! What…