One daze at a time...

By Raheny_Eye

All That You Can't Leave Behind

Well, your Guinness farts for starters. You can't leave these behind.
The Dacia has definitely lost its new car smell there... 

You've left a trail of destruction behind you, you middle-aged hell raisers. 

You leave the Irish Isle with seriously depleted cod and chips stocks, Guinness taps running dry and old men in O'Loughlin's still in a state of shock. 

Hope you make it to Murrayfield on time, Red. 

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