Book description
So there I was roysh, life focked, reputation focked, finances focked
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everything completely focked, roysh, and we're talking big time.
And it's all Fionn's fault, basically. He's the four-eyed focker who
told me that, like, the first time you do it, roysh, you're firing
blanks. Like an unloaded Uzi -
seriously impressive, hard as fock and totally ready for action, but
the safety's, like, on, you know. Well that was a pile of stinking
turds for storters. And of course it's muggins here who ends up with
the kid - life is SO focking unfair. On top of all that, roysh, the
goys stort to, like, totally lose it - JP has gone all Jesus on my
orse, Oisinn is basically trying to fock over Interpol and Christian
is talking about weddings and, I don't know, love and stuff. I mean, I
am seriously beginning to feel like I am the only good-looking,
loaded, sane goy in the whole of, like, Dublin.
Ross O'Carroll-Kelly is a man of the people - if the people are
basically birds and drop-dead focking gorgeous. Because life is short,
roysh, so you can't fock about with, like, rolling mauls, you've got to
head straight for the line. Which is second nature to a try-scorer like
me, given my ball-handling skills. How the hell did I get so lucky?
Focked if I know.
