Me and me second cousin, Daniel Patrick, trekked over the big pond to Grapplin City in County Sligo for the wake o’ Flanagan, our fourth-cousin, twice removed. Everyone was there, even that old fekkin’ ‘oor, Mary Babs, an’ too many tongues went a-waggin’ about her and Flanagan, not to mention most o’ the men o’ Grapplin.
Poor Flanagan met his end raycently when his end (quite lit’rally!) was repeatedly forced into a most unlikely region on a giant bear. Yes, cousin Flanagan died clinging to the rear of his good friend Brian Ballybunion’s SUV, in a tragically failed attempt ta escape the shaggy beast after it imposed itself on the boys as they war knockin’ back two or twenty bottles o’ the dark lady.