Race is real versus race is a social construct.
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Mowl
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Jimmy - let's not overlook the glaringly obvious here, shall we?
YOU are the sucker who spent St Valentine's Day alone. YOU are the loser who had to find other things to do on St Valentine's Day because there's nobody else in your life, least of all a hottie. YOU are the loner who instead had a porn-wank on St Valentine's Day. And YOU, dear Jimmy - are the awesome fucking twat gobshite moron who spent it hanging out on Disgushings.ie posting on the 'Funny Pictures Or Videos' thread.
I am a little bit sorry for you.
Don't know if that helps, but still.
That sorta of shit goes down really well on Arsefield's, don't you know. Anyone who calls me Jambo is invariably a loser. To live that vicariously through you, just makes it worse
Mowl
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Nice attempt at making the painful truth go away, JImmy - but that's not gonna work with the Mowl.
Again: you're the barely-believable loser of epic proportions who spent Valentine's Dat alone, posting to Daemon over on his 'Funny Pictures Or Videos' thread as the night drew in and your loneliness gave you the grippe. So you eased away your sniffles by digging on the jocularity with Daemon, the IQ Supreme Leader.
Heh-heh..
Yeah.
But at least I live, Jambo - at least I have n actual life.
You can't even get a date with an aul' wan on the sexiest night of the year, can you?
All you had was Daemon and the funny jokes thread, on February 14th 2026.
Loser.
Epic loser.
So you're saying that your ideal crew for flying d'aeroplane you're in is - Shaniqua, Latoya and Shantel?
You not being raciss will get you killed one of these days..
Mowl
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Nobody gets to choose their own pilot crew, Jimmy - not unless they own the jet.
I prefer trains, to be perfectly honest: I grew up with multiple train tracks just over my back garden wall, where I'd often visit to board the trains in the shunting depot to listen to the silence, to absorb the smells, to stare out the windows and read books in privacy. I'd often see the daytime guard Ronnie, who overlooked the site from his bird tower a few blocks up from our house. He was friendly and would wave back when I greeted him. He knew I was a train fan and he knew my father worked for CIE, so he let me do my own thing without reporting or removing me.
I loved the silence, the untold stories of passengers who had traveled on the train, where they were going, where they came from, what type of train, what type of carriage. Did it have a restaurant car? Was there a WC on the carriage? How many carriages are connected? How many are in for servicing and how soon will they be back on line? What type of engine pulled the train?
It was my secret place to go when people annoyed me and I wanted time out.
As for airplanes, I only ever fly drunk.
Preferably from a chilled bottle of Bailey's, which I'd finish just before standing in the security check. By the time I was through I'd be tipsy. And Bailey's doesn't smell like alcohol, so no worries about anyone stopping me. I despise airports, I find them utterly soulless and bleak. They're the one hub where humans become more instinctual than polite. Worse than a queue outside Jimmy's dole office in the rain.
Oh, and today is a particularly happy day in Finland.
Not because we're the happiest nation in the world, but rather because it just is.
Like always.
Is that what I asked you??
Honestly, your inability to read English (for comprehension) is truly shocking
Mowl
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Here,
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AN4 - your male Ma, Swordid has just started a thread about.. ...about.. ..about, yes, you guessed it: Jews.
Best head on over and steer things in the direction of roc_ and Kevin Parlon, your two internet uncles.
I have no idea what you asked me and I couldn't care less either.
What was it anyway?
Perhaps if I ignore it a second time you might get your finger out and return all your empty Dutch Gold tins and use the refund for new underpants.
I've been reading English since before I even started school, Jimmy: that's why I was put one year ahead in secondary school.
Then there's my spelling abilities, which are world class.
My teachers were aware of my gifts before I even walked into their classrooms.
I was a star then, and I'm a star still.
Anyway, what were you waffling about?
Best head on over and steer things in the direction of roc_ and Kevin Parlon, your two internet uncles.
I have no idea what you asked me and I couldn't care less either.
What was it anyway?
Perhaps if I ignore it a second time you might get your finger out and return all your empty Dutch Gold tins and use the refund for new underpants.
I've been reading English since before I even started school, Jimmy: that's why I was put one year ahead in secondary school.
Then there's my spelling abilities, which are world class.
My teachers were aware of my gifts before I even walked into their classrooms.
I was a star then, and I'm a star still.
Anyway, what were you waffling about?
Mowl, for a gifted child, why did they not let you sit a single state examination?
You've made it abundantly clear that you don't even know what that is
In school, you (and a few others) were kept locked in a room with crayons and a colouring book until you were released into the wild at about age seventeen
You've made it abundantly clear that you don't even know what that is
In school, you (and a few others) were kept locked in a room with crayons and a colouring book until you were released into the wild at about age seventeen
Mowl
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I sat them all, Jimmy - all bar the math paper, which I signed, crumpled up, then tossed onto the supervisor's desk and went outside to smack my math teacher in the gob when he swung at me for 'disrespecting' the visiting super.
What what is, is must?
Er, yeah - ouch, that hurt, etc.
Drunken twat.
Nope, you didn't
Your big giveaway was when you said that your teacher marked you - that's not how state examinations work
Mowl
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Yes, I did: with knobs on.
Besides, I only ever looked at my given final grades once, then fucked the paper in the bin.
Well, you'd be wrong there too: I also sat an art exam, and a special dispensation was given to seven of us who didn't attend Gaelic classes for the first three years of secondary school because our lay teacher at De La Salle hadn't a word of Irish himself. In the art exam, we were exempted from the history and appreciation section (because we didn't have an art teacher in my school) and all seven us had already said that none of us would be attending art college.
My father had just passed a few weeks before the final exams.
I was in no mood for exams, teachers, authorities, or otherwise.
Call the school and ask: they'll tell you the same.
They've never forgotten me, mostly because my younger brother played for the school team (GAA, soccer, and rugby), for the Ballyer team, and soon after for the Ireland junior team, then the senior team (three caps) before moving to America to get rich as a coach.
He's rich, Jimmy.
Very.
And I have no use for exams or results - I'm an artist.
Gimme a tuba and I'll get something out of it for ya...
Can't say I blame you..
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Well, you'd be wrong there too: I also sat an art exam, and a special dispensation was given to seven of us who didn't attend Gaelic classes for the first three years of secondary school because our lay teacher at De La Salle hadn't a word of Irish himself. In the art exam, we were exempted from the history and appreciation section (because we didn't have an art teacher in my school) and all seven us had already said that none of us would be attending art college.
My father had just passed a few weeks before the final exams.
I was in no mood for exams, teachers, authorities, or otherwise.
Call the school and ask: they'll tell you the same.
They've never forgotten me, mostly because my younger brother played for the school team (GAA, soccer, and rugby), for the Ballyer team, and soon after for the Ireland junior team, then the senior team (three caps) before moving to America to get rich as a coach.
He's rich, Jimmy.
Very.
And I have no use for exams or results - I'm an artist.
Gimme a tuba and I'll get something out of it for ya...