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[AN4]

"Mowl doesn't seem to be working out for you either" - Mowl

 

[Mowl]

Jambo: you seem to be under the illusion that The Mowl is offended at being called The Mowl.

This is obvious stupiditism.

Try to not always be so stupidictable.

 

[AN4]

lol Mowl's doing the Mowl dance, here it is again -

 

[Mowl]

Jambo: where do you find these videos - it kind of worries me to see your fascination with very young girls?

I say very young in the jail-bait sense.

Why do you want to interfere with little girls, Shay?

 

[AN4]

Yes, darling?

Gay

Pointing fingers at you and laugh, you dope-box stunt.

Crap the way none of your names for other bloggers stick?

I mean, when I baptized you Jambo, everyone took to it immediately and mostly because it sums you up. Rhymes with Sambo, an old derogatory term from persons of colour (like my buddy who's African/Irish - and who's still more Irish than you'll ever be) and is also a name that suggests abject stupidity on the behalf of the person wearing it. Which is you. I tease you with Jimmy, Shay, Seamus, and so on but you'll always be Jambo, and it'll always have been me who bestowed it upon you.

Mowl doesn't seem to be working out for you either,

lol, again

which is even more hilarious than your soapbox dunce effort. Val Martin has bus-loads of names for politicians, he uses them all the time in a mock-serious tone yet nobody anywhere takes him up on these names either. Imagine Val's big mad head leering into the camera, mugging away in a faux-posh voice: 'Richard, mmBOILED-mmCARROTmmn' like he's not a mental-case culchie-thicko missing several front teeth and the occasional bath.

So why not actually use the name for your next username/account after getting booted off Arsefield's?

I've never had a Ballyfermot accent - or an even vaguely Dublin accent, Jambo.

Why not?

That's why they picked me to meet Marian Finucane from RTE

Your only claim to fame

back in the days when we won the all-Ireland schoolboy's GAA championship at Croker.

Something you had nothing to do with

If you're trying to mimic the Ballyer accent, then get it fucking right, it's 'lay-rer' not lay-er.
Lay-er would more accurately be the term for the local children's playground: as in playground, player, lay-er.

Like my name: the hole, the howl, the mowl, j'mowl.
As in: 'a'righ' dare, j'Mowl?'

The Mowl refers to the small shore outside the front gates of every house in Ballyer, a hole which contains the on/off switch for the water supply to the house when the city council have works going on, or even when the state tried to insert meters into them to gauge how much water they'll be charging you for. Water? Charging you for water? In Ireland, says you? Water? It never fucking STOPS raining. Rivers. Lakes. Ponds, canals, more rivers, lakes, seas, a whole fucking ocean, rain, snow, sleet, fog, mist, rain, lashing rain, dripping rain, hail, people pissing up the walls.

But thanks to the likes of me, you don't have to pay through the nose for the few dribbles to shower in or something brew up your tay.

So anyway, back to you not being able to affix names to persons.

Bet you wish you were better at it than you are?

Here, this classic (timestamped) song celebrates your inner Jambo, your 'Jambo-Jumbo' as it were:

 

[Mowl]

Gay

You wish.

lol, again

Glad to be of service, Mr The Equalizer.

Why not?

Because I didn't spend very much time on the streets of D10 - or mingling with schoolmates as a child, obviously.

Your only claim to fame

Nah, and we've covered this before now.

My works will still be here long after I've shuffled off this blah-blah-blingbang.

The only record of you having ever existed will be a rather large file at the Labour Exchange covering the years from age eighteen to whatever you are now.

Something you had nothing to do with

Apart from having played with the team, you're fairly close.

Oh, and those medals I won.

 

[AN4]

You wish.

No

Glad to be of service, Mr The Equalizer.

Because I didn't spend very much time on the streets of D10 - or mingling with schoolmates as a child, obviously.

Because the other kids hated your guts? Figures..

But let me ask you, if you don't think that you have a Dublin accent.. then what kind of fucking accent do you think you have?! Pansy, queer?

Nah, and we've covered this before now.

My works will still be here long after I've shuffled off this blah-blah-blingbang.

The only record of you having ever existed will be a rather large file at the Labour Exchange covering the years from age eighteen to whatever you are now.

Apart from having played with the team, you're fairly close.

Oh, and those medals I won.

They put you on the subs bench to keep you happy and you think that that means you played for the team?

Mowl, it is simply inconceivable that you had any sort of sporting ability. You can barely bang a drum (and you're gay)

 

[AN4]

Actually, everybody was Kung Fu fighting.
Those cats? They were as fast as lightning.

Citywest plantation centre, Dublin, today -



Betcha you didn't read about it in the "news"