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Three Strikes & You’re Out

January 29, 2020

Here is a wonderful story from my college days of a lad from Cork that had some boundary issues cira mid 2000s.

Strike One:
We were suppose to meet to watch a football game in the new bar in UCC, he was late and arrived to my house complaining that it was now too late to watch the game comfortably in a bar!

Strike Two:
He has brought a 6 pack of cans and proceeded to down them like he was dying of dehydration in a desert. Then asked my house mate to spot him 6 more cans!

Strike Three: He is outta here
After the can he realise the liquid had to go somewhere and needed the bathroom. I told him it was upstairs (about 12 steps up). He looked shocked and with all seriousness asked me could he “not just piss out my sitting room window” as the  bathroom was “too far away”. Clearly I said no and how disgusting that was, yet he continued to argued for 10 mins to be allowed.


Needless to say he was not allowed and that while he was in the actual bathroom I got a taxi and sent his dirty arse packing. 


I mean there is taking the piss and actually a taking a piss. Put me off dating for a while!!

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