Because he never left the pub.
My iPhone 6.
Once your are done with the juicy breasts and tender thighs, all that's left is a greasy box to throw your bone in.
He wanted to catch up on his sleep.
HOLY MACKAREL!
A paddy melt!!
Whatever their name is, you insensitive jerk.
Cause she being she, wasn't even worth a penny. (/hehheh)
Pubs
Two, One to hold the light and, one to drink until the room starts spinning!
Paddy O' furniture