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20th December 2016
12:10am GMT

If you've spent any time at all meandering around the city centre recently, you'll have noticed something: Dublin now belongs to our feathery overlords, the seagulls.
They do what they like, when they like, and we are mere inconveniences standing in their way.
They're losing the run of themselves entirely.
Don't believe us? See how you feel after reading this.
Go on, test him.


#birdsesh
Mufasa V Scar. Who will win?
Slan Howth, you were pretty.
Rats of the sky.

Oh God, they're everywhere!
Mouthin' for all to hear.

Taking no prisoners in their wake.

Photo cred: www.rte.ie
One swift peck at a time.

And not afraid to fuckin' show it.
Dry January can go fuck itself. pic.twitter.com/ktM74f0z3x
— Dublin Seagulls (@DublinSeagulls) January 21, 2016
"Yeah lads yer all right, go on ahead I've got this".
*squawk*

Doing unspeakable deeds, judging by the hack of him.

Hide yo' kids, hide yo' husband.


Fair enough, like.

Just finished @NiallHarbison's book and we're getting 'shit done'. pic.twitter.com/vjwJwKE4aJ
— Dublin Seagulls (@DublinSeagulls) July 26, 2014
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