Irish Jam Page #2

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Like, talk about it. Is that what

you want to do with me, Jimmy?

-We need to discuss it.

-Ok, but after I break your neck.

Come back here.

I love you, but damn, you better

open up this door.

I love you, Jimmy.

Get off me!

-I love you, Jimmy!

-I love you too, baby.

I love you, Jimmy!

Yeah, you want more?

Plenty more of this junk!

Hey, what the hell you

crazy white folks doing?

Give me the stuff!

Damn it, McDevitt, that's what

happens when you don't pay your rent!

All right, back up. Back up!

Don't come back!

No, take it!

Take it!

Sh*t ain't real, anyway.

It ain't Bobo, it's Hobo.

Didn't want to stay at your

apartment, no way.

Jimmy got other things in life.

I got plans.

You'll all see.

For sure.

Yeah, I always wanted to live on an

island.

Jimmy. Hi, Jimmy!

Hi!

Well, as you all know, it was a tie

between two poems.

So our very own Kathleen Duffy has

been nominated to pick the winner.

I'll put them face down and you just

pick one of them when you're ready.

The winning poem is called Freedom.

I think someone a little easier on...

...the eye would be more qualified

to read this.

How about it, Maureen?

When are you going to make an

honest woman of her, Michael?

Hey, I volunteer. After all it's a real

man she'll be needing, O'Malley.

Did someone speak there?

Was it a real man did you say?

It's not what I've heard.

What are you two idiots laughing at?

I tell you she's too much woman

for O'Malley.

'Freedom, The great divide,

The unknown truth, the intangible.

'The lure of the oppressed,

the lie of oppressors.

'No one is free. Nothing is free.

'No one ever was and nothing

ever will be.

'To manifest the notion of our

inalienable right...

...is to play to their dogma.

Dante was right.

-Who the feck is Dante?

-'They feed us true lies...

...and we swallow it whole.

Fear is the fuel, for many I know.

'Through the morning

mist, a welcoming light.

'It must be Finnigan's so

calm and so bright.

'Gimme a glass of cold beer.

And I'll tell you what I know.

'That if it's Freedom you want.

Then you gotta fight, fight, fight.

I'm not very good at doing things

like that.

-Very well read.

-Thank God! He must be Irish.

Well, how much money did you

raise, anyway?

The contest netted almost one

million euro.

That's not bad, like. Top.

Unfortunately, we're still quite a

bit short. But I reckon our new...

...landlord will have a few ideas

how we can raise the balance.

If there's one thing the Yanks

are good at it's business.

Well, that's fine, 'cos the bloody

Yank can pull the feckin' balance...

...out of his feckin' arse.

-No need for that kind of language.

Will someone please pass my scalpel.

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