Book description
So there I was, roysh, class legend, schools rugby legend,
basically all-round legend, when someone decides you can't, like, sit
the Leaving Cert four times. Well that put a focking spanner in the
works. But joining the goys at college wasn't the mare I thought it
would be, basically for, like, three major reasons: beer, women and
more women. And for once I agree with Fionn about the, like, education
possibilities. I mean, where else can you learn about Judge Judy,
laminating fake IDs and, like, how to order a Ken and snog a girl at
the same time? I may be beautiful, roysh, but I'm not stupid and this
much I totally know: college focking rocks.
