Since I am really bored I have decided I need a blog about our Leaving Cert Year so I can remember all the shite we say in a few years!!

The discussions we have had this year are...

The new English teachers pronunciation of Met-a-four and schtrife.
The song Ironic and how its not actually ironic
Ollie being ridiculously intelligent
Ted being known for being completely unknown
Toby making fun of himself because he thought he was someone else
The fact that I actually go out this year!
Carey is not a Jew but Jew-ish
Jason isn't gay but just fruity
Paddys Wang and how he wants to stab Higgins
Prefags
Jack Grimes the man the myth the legend
12 Year Olds taking over the Pub
Sheridan attempting to spike everyone's drink
Me embarrasing Sheridan in Mollys and trying to get him killed!
Getting drunk on a Tuesday and McDermott being paralytic!
Sheridan beating me in drink off at Paddy's 18 and me making an arse of myself!
Todd getting sick on everyone.
Paddy is a serial rapist.
Ollie is the official winner of the Christmas beard growing competition.
The bleached beard that no one ever saw ( And I aint showing anyone the photo)
Kavin doing the Rhydian
Mary Careys antics on the couch
Ollie and Kiboyle and their gay love
Ollie has a tiny schlong
Wally the porn star

And there is probably plenty more I forgot to add!

Peter (after Lois tells him he's childish): "If I'm a child that means you're a pedophile, and I'll be damned if i'm going stand here and take this from a pervert."

(Peter has to come up with a fake name on the spot, so he looks around the room to get inspiration)
Peter Griffin: Uh... my name is...(he sees a pea)
Peter Griffin: Pea...
(he sees a woman crying)
Peter Griffin: ... tear...
(he sees a Griffin fly by)
Peter Griffin: ... Griffin. Peter Griffin

Peter: Oh my god, Brian, there's a message in my Alphabits. It says, 'Oooooo.'
Brian: Peter, those are Cheerios.

Peter - I'm afraid I have some very bad news, your wife's gonna be a vegetable. You're gonna have to bathe her, feed her, and care for her for the rest of your life.
Guy - OH MY GOD!
Peter - No no no, I'm just kiddin. She's dead.

Auctioner: Our first item is a pair of panties confiscated from a prostitute.
Quagmire: Fifty bucks.
Auctioner: She had nine STDs.
Quagmire: Forty-five bucks.
Auctioner: And when we caught her she wet herself.
Quagmire: Fifty bucks.

Peter: Excuse me, is your refrigerator running?
Because if it is, it probably runs like you - very homosexually.

Quagmire: Hey there sweetie, how old are you?
Connie: 16.
Quagmire: 18? You're first.
Connie: Mom!
Quagmire: I like where this is goin'! Giggidy, giggidy, gig-gi-dy!

Peter: Ok, here's another riddle. A woman has two children. A homicidal murderer tells her she can only keep one. Which one does she let him kill?
Brian: That's... that's not a riddle. That's ... that's just terrible.
Peter: Wrong, the ugly one!

Peter: If you could be stranded on a desert island with any woman in the world, who would it be?
Quagmire: Taylor Hanson.
Joe Swanson: Taylor Hanson is a guy.
Quagmire: [Laughs] You guys are yankin' me. "Hey, let's put one over on Quagmire."
Peter: No, he's actually a guy, Quagmire.
Quagmire: What? That's insane. That's impossible.
[Pause]
Quagmire: Oh God. Oh my God. I've got all these magazines. Oh God.