Forgive the poor speling and the poor grammar. Last night was young dermot's stag party. We spent the afternoon shooting things in Wicklow. I think the reverend should have been there, he would have probably beaten us all (embarassing, sonsidering that we are a bunch of computer gaming first person fools.
Would have been hard pressed to beat you though. Where were you placed in the clay-shooting? And didn't you win the target shooting?
As pour moi, je suck.