| 00:00 - 00:03 | Well it's your basic Thurles piss-up strategy, sir. |
| 00:04 - 00:05 | We'll start in Kennedy's Loughtagalla... |
| 00:05 - 00:07 | and then proceed East towards the Monks... |
| 00:08 - 00:12 | Then it's on to Hickey's, Corbett's, De Burcas'... |
| 00:12 - 00:15 | And into the Square. A 16:00 throw in. |
| 00:17 - 00:19 | Excellent... Excellent work. |
| 00:19 - 00:21 | The 27th will be some session. |
| 00:24 - 00:26 | Tom... |
| 00:27 - 00:28 | Mick... |
| 00:31 - 00:33 | Mick hasn't RSVP yet. |
| 00:34 - 00:36 | We believe he is checking his schedule. |
| 00:53 - 00:58 | If your name isn't Billy, Cathal, Colm, David or Matt... leave. |
| 01:13 - 01:15 | What in the blue fuck! |
| 01:15 - 01:17 | That ungrateful bastard! |
| 01:18 - 01:23 | "Checking his schedule?" Who does he think he is? |
| 01:25 - 01:28 | What's a man supposed to make of that sort of shite commitment... |
| 01:29 - 01:31 | When others are so dedicated to the cause and respond immediately. |
| 01:31 - 01:34 | This really sickens my hole. Do ya know what he's like? |
| 01:34 - 01:37 | He's like a fella that would drive past the pitch, saw the floodlights on... |
| 01:37 - 01:40 | and said "fuck em". |
| 01:40 - 01:42 | Sir, Paul and Scotty haven't replied either. |
| 01:42 - 01:46 | Say Whaaaaaaaaaat, motherfucker!?! |
| 01:46 - 01:48 | They're not coming, Tom. |
| 01:48 - 01:52 | Well fuck this for a ball of malla! |
| 01:53 - 01:54 | Paul is my fucking kin! |
| 01:56 - 01:57 | And James... my oldest friend. |
| 01:57 - 02:00 | Thought him everything he knows about football. |
| 02:00 - 02:03 | Three cunts is all they are! |
| 02:04 - 02:08 | Whores who wouldn't know how to acknowledge friends or family. |
| 02:08 - 02:13 | Well suited ball-sctraching pricks if I ever saw any. |
| 02:14 - 02:16 | I haven't even seen Paul since he had his kid. |
| 02:17 - 02:21 | All I'm trying to do is organise a piss up with my mates! |
| 02:27 - 02:29 | Is that so hard? |
| 02:30 - 02:34 | I've got a baby too, y'know? |
| 02:34 - 02:36 | So has Billy Kelly. |
| 02:41 - 02:42 | I feel... |
| 02:43 - 02:47 | I feel like calling the whole thing off. Fuck 'em all! |
| 02:48 - 02:53 | I can tell you something for nothing... |
| 02:54 - 02:56 | I'll never drink with those cunts again. |
| 02:56 - 02:59 | And they can forget about any Munster trips. |
| 03:00 - 03:02 | Nothin' but brown nosing bastards! |
| 03:04 - 03:07 | It's OK. He said the women can join them in the Arch. |
| 03:14 - 03:16 | So much for trying to be a good friend. |
| 03:19 - 03:23 | Maybe I should start another Facebook group or something. |
| 03:25 - 03:26 | A secret one of course. |
| 03:31 - 03:33 | Just us, y'know? |
| 03:40 - 03:46 | We'll get pissed on the 27th even if I have to go it alone. |
| 03:46 - 03:49 | I'll get so drunk I'll shit the bed. |
| 03:53 - 03:56 | Fuck those cunts. |
