Been there, seen that, now get the t-shirt
Well puc my Salty Balls, if it ain’t time. . . Kill Kenny again. Hey dude let’s get on down to Nowlan Park, for our pilot episode featuring Dessie Fartman, Kenny, Kylle and Dan, with special guest appearance by Chef Óg, Token the Ulsterman and Nurse McSporran, who is afflicted with a severe case of Conjoined Provincial Dyslexia.
Chef Óg: It’s Friday and we gonna play hurlin in PEE-EE. Children dis whoole hurlin’ ting has lucrative money possibili-tees.
Token the Ulsterman: Ahhh, scuse me there big lad, I don’t know how to play hurlin.
Fartman: What dude? You assholes don’t have hurlin’ in Ulster? How we gonna make any money up there?
Token the Ulsterman: Ahhh, looks too fast for me so it does? How do you play it?
Dan: You’re pretty f***ed up. Don’t judge it til’ ye’ve played it. If you catch the ball, you’re still in. If you don’t you’re out - into the Crusty Ring.
Chef Óg: [Throws the sliotar in] Play baall!
Token the Ulsterman: Ahhh it hurts so it does, you guys like hurtin me so you do.
Fartman: No pain, no gain. The inches you need are right behind you asshole.
Kenny: [Muffled, inaudible, sledging] “Some day I’ll be old enough to stick my hurl in someone’s butt.”
Chef Óg: Come on der children, puck my big salty balls, stick them on your hurl and puck them.
Kylle: I can’t believe we’re playing hurlin in school. It’s too dangerous.
Token the Ulsterman: Oh my nose my nose, you split my nose.
Fartman: Hey dude that’s great wrist action you got goin’ there. Great shot. Time to get Mr Hankie out. God that was great! I love you guys!
Dan: Don’t judge him unless you know him. Dude, this is pretty f**ed up.
Chef Óg: Dat nose is split pretty bad - you might have to go and see Nurse McSporran. She’s not as bad as they say. . . she eats hurlin’ for lunch.
Kylle: I hear the school nurse is hideously deformed. . .
[Token the Ulsterman enters the Medical Ward. Nurse McSporran enters after him turning to the left to look at his file. Token the Ulsterman looks on in horror as Nurse McSporran reveals a stillborn hurling proposal still attached to her head.]
Nurse McSporran: Ahh, you’ve noticed my disorder. I have a permanently stillborn hurling proposal permanently attached to my head - it’s called Conjoined Provincial Dyslexia. I can’t help talking about Ulster hurling joining another province - it’s always on the front of my mind, but I have been forced to live in the shadows as an outcast for years.
Token the Ulsterman: Agghhh no!! Don’t make me play anymore.
Nurse McSporran: [Stitching, manic glare] They think we are just some hick team from the north but some day down here in Nowlan Park, we will kill those puckers.
Meanwhile. . .
Chef Óg: [Singing loudly] Sorry bout whuppin yer sorry Ulster ass; just openin’ a can of whoop ass for your ass; you gonna need some cream for you. . .
Fartman: Hey Chef Óg Token the Ulsterman says they gonna Kill Kenny.
Dan: That’s just stupid Dude. . .
Chef Óg: They’s stupider than they look - some sorry assed shower of hicks from the North ain’t ever gonna. . . Evr’bodee knows: You’ll never Kill Kenny.
To be continued. . .