Deacon Brodie’s Pub
On Thursday, June 7, 2007, good friends drank together to support a good cause! Slainte! “Because, in Ireland, where the pub is home, and blurred vision is a comfort, you can’t just get drunk. No, you can get pissed. You can get fluthered. You can get jarred. You can get trousered. You can get polluted, ossified, twisted, stocious, bollixed, plastered, tanked, locked, blethered, blathered, smashed, banjaxed, shitfaced, pickled, scuttered, soused, hammered, blind, battered, lashed, poleaxed, slaughtered. You can be either langers or langered or even langerated. You can be steaming, pronounced shtaymin. Or mouldy, pronounced mowldy. Or you can just be plain fucked. But rarely, simply drunk” – A wise Irishman.
