Absolutely The Pinnacle Of “I Have No Idea What’s Going On”
Gaelic yelling, cars jostling like piglets at the teat, policemen re-enacting the chariot race in Ben Hur, everyone driving all over the road, all directions, steering wheels on the right, a road-marking system devised by Salvador Dali, and then a bunch of people gather in the middle of the road and chat.
I watched it again. Hey, did you guys notice there was a sulky race in the middle of it?
6 thoughts on “Absolutely The Pinnacle Of “I Have No Idea What’s Going On””
The guy in the red plaid shirt with the high and tight topped by a mullet. What’s the story there, huh.
Some sort of Irish shite. You wouldn’t understand.
And why doesn’t the host offer us any interpretation? Were you named “Sullivan” because your parents couldn’t spell ‘Polack?’
Forget it Jake; it’s Irelandtown.
Feck off ye banjaxed bucklepper! If it’s acting the maggot you want to be my fine Jackeen, act it with a bit of the cod and not the whiff of the ulde sod.
Nothing to see here, couple of idiot travelers, with their typical disregard to rules or everyone else, decided to have a sulky race on a very busy commuter road at 07h00 on a Saturday. The Garda car was trying to stop them knowing that any injury to them and their horses would have all the bleeding hearts and traveler rights groups up in arms.
http://www.breakingnews.ie/ireland/sulky-racers-face-prosecution-551017.html
I could have sworn I saw the guy in the gray hooded sweatshirt texting while driving. That ain’t right!
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