BRILLIANT
Kerr explained how he spent the last five years heading to the pub via his tunnel at 11pm before returning at 1am, undetected by his deep sleeping wife
(Thanks to Steve Hooley)
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September 27, 2014
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Posted by: Ralph | September 27, 2014 at 08:36 AM
The mole, the merrier
Posted by: JG | September 27, 2014 at 08:57 AM
How can you not love this guy?
And if it's made up, so what?
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | September 27, 2014 at 09:41 AM
Evidently the wife never cleans under the bed.
Posted by: nursecindy | September 27, 2014 at 10:17 AM
So he woke up smelling of sewage and beer. Truly $hitfaced.
Posted by: Sean in Akron | September 27, 2014 at 10:36 AM
Dr. Phil: "So Patzy, did the heavy drinking at the end of the tunnel have anything to do with deeply suppressed thoughts of your mother, Chester?"
Posted by: manual tomato | September 27, 2014 at 10:55 AM
Curses! Soiled again....
(With an assist from Mrs. PirateBoy)
Posted by: PirateBoy | September 27, 2014 at 12:28 PM
Didn't the pub owner get tired of serving this guy with dirt or mud all over him smelling of poopus? Th'ays somethin skwoowy, awound here.
Posted by: Cheesewiz | September 27, 2014 at 12:39 PM
Lyin' & tunnels & beer - Omagh!
Posted by: ligirl | September 27, 2014 at 12:59 PM
This is like when the Orcs tunneled under Helms Deep.
Posted by: LeDud | September 27, 2014 at 03:37 PM
I absolutely refuse to believe this story.
DaveM
Posted by: Dave M | September 27, 2014 at 04:35 PM
I'm with DaveM on this one...throwing the BS flag
Posted by: sandbasser | September 27, 2014 at 04:51 PM
I'm pretty sure this guy was spotted in Punxsatawny, PA, a while back.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | September 27, 2014 at 07:28 PM
So, he tunneled 800', or 9600", in 15 years. 640" per year? 1.75" per day?
I was told there would be no math.
Posted by: Ms. Flukey | September 27, 2014 at 09:44 PM
I once visited a Scottish friend's house in a lovely village near St. Andrew's. It would have been about a fifty-foot dig to the pub, and they served a superb bitter, and my friend's hubbie is the kind of a man who could fell an oak in the morning and set sail for India in the boat resultin' roight after tea.
So I choose t'believe this tale.
Posted by: Just Some Guy | September 27, 2014 at 10:16 PM
*Snork* at JSG!
Posted by: ubetcha | September 27, 2014 at 10:49 PM
This is a made-up story from a satirical website. It shouldn't be on Dave's bog.
Posted by: John Finn | September 28, 2014 at 02:29 AM
John Finn, Why are you on Dave's bog?
Posted by: HogsAteMySister | September 28, 2014 at 05:17 AM
Key comment:
This story was read out on Ken Bruce’s show on BBC radio 2 this morning, he thought it was all true lol!
Posted by: oneblankspace | September 28, 2014 at 07:40 AM