Bally Jerry pranged his kite right in the how's-your-father; hairy blighter, dicky-birded, feathered back on his sammy, took a waspy, flipped over on his Betty Harpers and caught his can in the Bertie.
I remember being in Irish bars, and just standing there stupefied at times, not wanting to be rude but thinking "What the fuck did he just say??" There were some Scots who were bordering on incomprehensible as well, but far fewer.