Is this some weird attempt at uniquely Irish humour or some dude punting for a job in the Institute on Leeson St?
Have you made total hames of the school year? In dire need of some directed cramming?
Then I’m not sure if this guy will be much help to you. We woke up in a bed of sweat this morning with the head rambling through lines of romantic poetry.
Which can only mean one thing, it’s that time folks, the Irish exam murder machine is in full swing.
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