Drunk Irishman recounts
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
British (General) Irish (General)Transcript
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you know the pub's up when the streets are filled with focal walkers. If the ground is the day he was starring Ties Boat, each foot comes to the pavement is that the collision of the show in a concrete wasn't entirely anticipated, and the person lurches, stumbles. The sober one storey is that the only adult in a party of infants sheep herding them, sir Car ride home the harsh scent of drink and be smelt on my person. I know it and sold as everyone else. They can see me struggling to keep my violence, and I know I'm struggling to keep it. It's like some sort of out of body experience. My legs don't work, as I told him, and neither do my Hans all my fingers. Somewhere deep inside, I know my brain is sending signals telling me what to do, Whether or not my body's listening is a different storey. I can feel it moving and it can feed it, doing what it wants. Can I stop it? We all know the answer to that. It's doing as it pleases. I tried to walk down the street, but my legs are telling me otherwise. They're swaying left and Roy's No matter how many steps I take, I know closer to where I want to be. Then our goes dark Suddenly I'm home. I have no idea how it got there. But somehow I'm there my mother and brother above looking upon me with laughter in their eyes They know as I do I'm junk. So ferry junk My boss, He bought a large around. I tried to say What is anyone listening?