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Nov 2017
Ireland is doomed.
The ice was cold
The fire was hot
I drank 9 beers
then I peed a lot
๐—ฆ๐˜‚๐˜‡๐˜† ๐—•๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ธ๐˜†
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๐—ฆ๐˜‚๐˜‡๐˜† ๐—•๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ธ๐˜†  หขโฑแตแต–แตƒโฟแต แดฎแต‰แตˆแต’แต, หขโฑโฟแตแตƒแต–แต’สณแต‰
(หขโฑแตแต–แตƒโฟแต แดฎแต‰แตˆแต’แต, หขโฑโฟแตแตƒแต–แต’สณแต‰)   
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   Matt Perkins
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