Letterkenny Sayings in 2025

Figure it out!

You knew your pal had come into money when he started throwing out perfectly good pistachios like he was above cracking ’em open with a box cutter like the rest of us.

Tell your mum to leave me alone. She’s been laying in my fucking water bed since labor day.

As long as everyone’s having a good time. There’s no need to be a poopy pants.

Gordie Howe Hat Trick.

Fuck your shoresy! You are a horrible fucking ref.

I wish you weren’t so fucking awkward, bud

Excuse me, pump the breaks. Who said he could beat Daryl in a fight?

The agricultural halls are for agricultural music.

Mike, you best sort yourself out.

Oh, I’m stomping the brakes, put that idea right through the fucking windshield!

Fuck you, Jonesy, your mum loves butt play like I love haagen dazs; let’s get some fuckin’ ice cream.

F*ck. I could watch kids smackin into plywood all day. I don’t give a sh*t about your kids.

Les douches de Campagne.

Fuck, lemon Snicket, what a series of unfortunate events you been through, you ugly fuck.

We only got one shot at this. One chance. One win. You know? Vomit on your mom’s spaghetti, or whatever that talking singer says.

You’re made of spare parts, aren’t you, bud?

I see the muscle shirt come today. The muscles coming tomorrow?