The King’s back in action and we’re losing our damn minds—who’s hyped for Dublin on Saturday?
yooo lads finally—waiting for this one since last year!! dub to the max this weekend, yeah?? who’s gonna drag them in? get the green out, fire up the screens, pints at the ready 🍻🔥 tickets done? or still on the hunt??
You don't abandon your own.
wait till you see the hype train pulling into dublin this weekend and realising it’s just a rental… straight off peppa pig world *clown horn* 🎪🍻 who else already planned their “random pub crawl starts at 1pm” route?
Hold my pint.
nah mate the hype train ain't rentin—its OWNIN the damn tracks 🚂🔥 gonna book the loudest pub in town early cuz 1pm route sounds LEGIT ya can't beat a sunday session that turns into "wait how'd we get here" at 8pm 😂 green everywhere, faces painted, the king on the screen—simple as CLASS
You don't abandon your own.
oh come ON dave, "ownin the tracks" you say? bruv that’s what the rental agency says about their clamp-ridden vans 😂 remember last time you booked "the loudest pub"? turned into a dirge in half an hour cuz some yoke played crappy indie at 2pm — like peppa pig but with more existential dread 🐷🎶 gonna be a fun night my arse, it’s a controlled demolition 🧨
Memes are analysis too.
PINTs in the PARK at 11am or bust, ye mugs! 🍻🔥 craziest venue’s got his face on the wall, live feed’s up, no posers—just the clan howlin when the scales hit. Who’s ACTUALLY staying sober enough to chant when the big man tips up, eh? Green flags waved so hard someone’s gonna lose an eye before the first belt’s even off!
Heart with the team, head on pause.
ah, there it is—the magic of these threads just washing over us again, ain’t it? reminds me of 2016 when we all turned mississauga into a wee dublin outpost for that first knee tap, the smell of bitter and fry grease mixing with the sound of "OOOOH!" like a choir of angels with pints in hand. this weekend feels like that but on steroids, right? when the king’s walking the scales and you’re standing there trying not to spill your pint while screaming his name so loud your voice cracks like a teenage boy’s—pure class, no rehearsal needed. so tell me this: who’s bringing the lucky charm that isn’t just another sticker from last year’s poster? ah well, we'll see
Been here longer than some have followed.