BEFORE the days of dating apps, young men all over the country had to rely on cheesy chat lines to break the ice with whoever they were trying to talk to in the backseat of their mother’s car.
These lines differed from county to county, and we’ve rounded up the best ones here:
Antrim- « Girl, you look hotter than a PSNI Land Rover in a republican uprising. »
Armagh- « How about we sneak out of here? »
Carlow- “How can you go Car-low, baby? As for standards, I mean. »
Cavan- “Here’s the 20c loan, call your mother and tell her you’re not coming home”.
Clare- « My name is not Cliff, but I can offer you Moher. »
Cork- « Let’s get together to spite the Dubs, somehow. »
Derry- “Very fast; What’s the name of the city we’re in right now? »
Donegal- « Shit here, right? »
Down- « What is it? »
Dublin- « Listen, neither of us can afford the rent around here so what do you say, do you want to be a couple? ».
Fermanagh- « You’re Enniskillin’ it, baby ».
Galway-« Do you have a light? »
Kerry- “Listen, my uncle is a TD, he can get you fixed any road you want That“.
Kildare-« The county is Lily White, but your wedding dress won’t be after tonight. »
Kilkenny- « Okay, real quick, your all-time hurling lineup, go! »
Laois- « Do you want to ride my Bally? »
Leitrim- “Is your name Shannon? Well you wouldn’t know, my name is Carrick. »
Limerick- « I’m such a weapon, Claire Daly and Mick Wallace object to me being in the county. »
Longford- “Is your uncle Declan Mahon? Just checking if we’re second cousins. Not that he’s a deal breaker, mind you. »
Louth- « Nothing strange in my county, that’s for sure. »
Mayo- “Are you All-Ireland? Because this year I have a good feeling with you”.
Meath- « Navan spells the same back and forth so feel free to fuck me six ways from Sunday ».
Monaghan- “There are no mushrooms here, let’s go to my house”.
Offaly- « I know we’re in Birr but you don’t need to be so cold with me. »
Roscommon- « You’re taking me to the Boyle, love. »
Sligo- “Nice legs. What time is mass in the morning?
Tipperary- “Oh, it’s a long way, alright, if you know what I mean. Like, very long »
Tyrone- “Did you kidnap our manager GAA? Or did you just steal my Harte?
Waterford- « How do you like your blaa in the morning? »
Westmeath- « You will ».
Wexford- “Let’s hurry, I have to get up early to go sell strawberries on the N7 in the morning”.
Wicklow- “We have a lot in common, you and I. We’re both Dubs who couldn’t afford to live in the city, so here we are in fucking Bray. »
