Cionaodh, who pops in here occasionally, posted this elsewhere. I hope he doesn’t mind me stealing it. Yer man with the handgun is reading Buntús Cainte and doesn’t look to be coping so well with it. Irish isn’t that tough, is it? Original image from An Taibhdhearc.

Ah lads, ya can’t be serious, bottled air? What next, bottled water? “Dude is selling empty jars to thick yanks. What kind of fookin eejit would buy a jar of fookin air.” Classic!