When I die I want to decompose in a barrel of porter and have
it served in all the pubs in Ireland.
J. P. Donleavy
The Ginger Man |
To marry the Irish is to look for poverty.
J. P. Donleavy
The Ginger Man |
But Jesus, when you don't have any money, the problem is food.
When you have money, it's sex. When you have both it's health,
you worry about getting rupture or something. If everything
is simply jake then you're frightened of death.
J. P. Donleavy
The Ginger Man |
Is it OK to pray for an orgasm?
J. P. Donleavy
The Ginger Man |
I'm all for Christianity, but insolence must be put down.
J. P. Donleavy
The Ginger Man |
Take deeds
Away.
Play music
Please.
J. P. Donleavy
The Ginger Man |
My heart is like
A squeezed grape
Only the pip
Is left.
Only the pip.
J. P. Donleavy
The Ginger Man |
All I want
Is one break
Which is not
My neck.
J. P. Donleavy
The Ginger Man |
There was a man
Who made a boat
To sail away
And it sank.
J. P. Donleavy
The Ginger Man |
Get astride me,
Touch, whoops, tender
Me,
Mr. big tree of love.
J. P. Donleavy
The Ginger Man |