The Adventures of McFinleyyy Chapter 2: The Train to Dublin’s Fair City
The Adventures of McFinleyyy Chapter 2: The Train to Dublin’s Fair City If Chapter 1 was about survival and self-resurrection, Chapter 2 is about pure momentum. Because nothing says “big night ahead” like a squad assembling on a rickety Irish Rail train into Dublin’s fair city. The Squad Reunites The Uber dropped McFinleyyy at the station with just enough time to make the train. And there they were—his loyal brothers-in-chaos. Ye Olde Large Lad : Built like a rugby forward, heart of gold, stomach of steel. He once ate three spice bags back-to-back and lived to tell the tale. Legend has it, his idea of “light pre-drinks” is a six-pack of Dutch Gold and a bottle of Buckfast. Winky : Notorious for two things: a wink so cheeky it’s borderline illegal, and a talent for chatting up women who really should know better. His catchphrase? “Sure what’s the worst that could happen?” (Spoiler: usually a lot.) Whizzair : The speed demon. Nobody really knows how he got the nickna...