Me pal Lynn dropped round for a coffee and a chat on Saturday mornin’.

• How  did you get on at the Hens party last night Bernie
• We had a great night. Gorgeous meal, a few scoops a bit of karaoke
• Sounds good
• It was ,until the young ones wanted to go to a nightclub
• Did you go?
• I did. Julie dragged me along, you know her for the dancing
• Ah Julie loves a bit of a bop alright.
• So do I, but Jaysis Lynn, it was full of kids
• Did you get an ask up?
• They don’t have slow sets anymore
• Ah jaysis, that’s shite Bernie
• I know. I did get chatted up but
• Get away!
• Yeah
• By who?
• Some little pimple headed yoke
• Ha, scarleh for ye Berno
• He was about twelve
• And he had a chat up line?
• How do you like you’re eggs in the mornin’? he says
• The dirtbird. What did you say Bernie?
• With a cup of coffee and Kevin Bacon I says now fuck off home to your mammy
• You did not?
• I did
• Scarleh for him
• He probably didn’t even know who Kevin Bacon was
• I’d love a bit of Kevin Bacon meself
• On toast Lynn
• On a roll Bernie
• A jumbo breakfast roll
• With a big sausage
• Ye dirty bitch Lynn
• What? That’s just your dirty mind Bernie
• Does this make me a cougar?
• Poor young fella would have been on a roll last night if you were
• Ah, I felt a bit sorry for him after
• He won’t be using that chat up line again in a hurry
• Not on me anyway
• No more nightclubs for you
• Never say never
• You still have it all the same Bernie
• I never fuckin’ lost it Lynn