| Comment | Used to live on Parnie Street and I was coming home from a late shift one night. Went to turn into my close and a guy was squatting, hands on each wall of the side of the close entrance, having a full blown shite. He went "Aw sorry mate, ye live here?", yanked his troosers up and stepped aside.
Found a shite there the next morning when I opened the close door and it smeared all along the floor.
Also once saw 3 or 4 women having a scrap over who got to use the handset in the phone box across from the Fish Plaice. The Cross was always full of mad shit happening. |
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