when i first went to ireland as a kid my nan put a f**king bucket full of boiled spuds on

the table. i looked at them and then looked at my mother. and then looked at the spuds. and then everyone dug in with forks and peeled them at the table. i knew then that i had arrived in a wonderful place.

Posted By: Tombs on November 12th 2010 at 12:17:17


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