Chat 🔥🤬General Chat Thread

[Mowl]

LOL!

Rule 17, from the Bugs Buddy list of how to b 2 kool 4 skool, LOL.

17: Know your target audience and wrap our message around what appeals to them. Young adults want to talk about education fees and housing prices, Teens want to talk about music, Old people want to talk about pensions, etc. Try to connect with the people using their language/colloquialisms e.g. "Dude" "Mate" "Bloke" "Howdy" "Yeah" "Lol" "Rofl"

Have you got that folks?

Who are you talking to, Jambo?

It's only me he won't tell (how the salesgirl made the Frozen Wasteland great again)

Don't know about that, but she certainly made Finland both sexy and happier than you - again.

 

[AN4]

GARDAETTE rescued by members of the public while trying to arrest mystery meat migrant -

 

[Mowl]

It's really sad to see how you'd rather see that Ban Garda (which would be the correct way of identifying her, although these days it's usually simply Garda, as in: gender neutral) get slapped around by by scummy import because you're so scared of women in general. If you had any balls at all you'd understand what I'm saying here but in reality, you don't. So you can't.

You're a cowardly and lazy non-Irish lad with fuck all morals and even less scruples.
One nice way to see you die would be you getting chibbed on your way back from the offie with a slab of Dutch Gold under your arm.
Some savage Somalian or Nigerian, high on crack, and ready with a blowtorch and a pair of pliers.

You have no loyalty to anything but yourself, Dawson.
Your death would be of precisely zero loss to Ireland, Dublin, or the local ff license.

 

[AN4]

 

[Mowl]

But sure why would you need that given the fact that you're housebound?

You never leave the house, Jimmy - not unless it's for beer and pizza, then you're back again fifteen minutes later. So why would you need a woman around when you've been lashing your own frozen pizzas into the oven since 1988? It's not like you'd need a woman around the house for carnal pleasures, now is it? So your life is basically an inversion of what your meme/postcard saidis it not?

Go polish the ornaments and run the hoover over the kitchen floor before the gaff's full of (even more) rodents than just you.

 

[AN4]

Hah hah! I see you rejoined Arsefield's last month, Jimmy?
It's a gas watching roc slap you and your anti-white bullshit around all over again.
It's always the same auld shite with you - isn't it?
You've been at this yoke for how long now?

Tell us anyway: how many other twats have you converted to your pathetic world view?
None, wasn't it.
Pahahaa!

Haven't bothered with Arsefield's for months, but I knew you were up to something.
Your daily input on here was getting shorter and shorter, so I knew it was either drink, drugs, suicide, or finding another perch elsewhere.
And now that you have one - what do you do with it?
Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred notes, return to base and start all over again from the beginning like we haven't heard this umpteen times before.
It's an absolute gas watching you rebirth your tired auld schtick, and I laughed out loud more than once at your pathetic and failing attempts at credibility.
For all the time you've invested in blogging - which is considerable - you've learned precisely nothing, converted no one, and you still think you're cool?

You're an idiot, Jimmy.
Probably the dole system's most deserving case ever.
In the real world you wouldn't last five minutes with your bullshit.
Try saying out loud in a public place what you actually think and see how long it takes for you to get stabbed to death by some brainless import.

Dublin - and Ireland in general - has become extremely stabby.

Tis



You wouldn't know much about it though.. You just read "man" stabbed "man" in the fake news media

Bodies all over the place, stabbers hopping ships and trains to literally get away with murder, and still you're just sitting there?
Scratching your bollocks, musing over the latest memes on telegram, declaring everyone an anti-white when in fact you're simply a racist, misogynist twat.

In a way, the trade off of seeing Dublin go under while gnationalists like you do nothing but yap is kind of worth it.
Can't fucking stand the city, myself - and I fucking HATE coming back to it, but it still amuses me how pissed it makes you feel to lose your culture.
I brought the best of mine with me, and I left the rest to the rats and parasites like yourself to deal with.
It's a hopeless and losing war, Jimmy - surely you've clocked that much by now?

Best thing you could possibly do now is to go and wash your butt.
I tried to help you all I can, but I can't do nothin' for you man, eh.

 

[Mowl]

Tis

I used to collect knives, I bought loads of them over the years from the army surplus stores along Capel Street. Some were military issue, if rather cheaply put together and others were rather more elaborate with decorated handles and odd-shaped blades. Used the military ones when camping and generally out and about the Irish countryside (we used the free transport of the day: hopping onto flat-bed trucks at either the bottom of the Naas road for south-west or else Conyngham road serving the north-west; hiding under the canvas coverings until we reached Naas or Navan, from where we'd hitch rides around the country to have adventures). We were pulled by the cops more than once but they never took the knives away once they saw we had sleeping bags and a small tent.

We didn't kill anyone, and we only ever wounded ourselves while chopping wood for fires to heat up the beans and toast.
Never brandished a knife in company, never threatened to stab or cut anyone either.
Warm beans and toast for supper tasted great after a day on the road.

Those were such simple times.
Look at the state of ye now.

You wouldn't know much about it though..

I know - I'm far too happy and content in my life up here.

You just read "man" stabbed "man" in the fake news media

No, I sourced the video and watched it for myself.

It's just I'm trying to figure out what might be called 'the actual news media' in your view - in the same way my music thread is actually about music and yours is simply peddling a bunch of rather hilarious lies about me.

Where do you get your news from, Shay?

Please don't tell us it's Arsefield's and that interminable bore Clark/Connolly, with whom you've dancing a lot with of late?

 

[AN4]

I used to collect knives,

Do you use them to chop up the babies you put in your sandwiches?

I bought loads of them over the years from the army surplus stores along Capel Street. Some were military issue, if rather cheaply put together and others were rather more elaborate with decorated handles and odd-shaped blades. Used the military ones when camping and generally out and about the Irish countryside (we used the free transport of the day: hopping onto flat-bed trucks at either the bottom of the Naas road for south-west or else Conyngham road serving the north-west; hiding under the canvas coverings until we reached Naas or Navan, from where we'd hitch rides around the country to have adventures). We were pulled by the cops more than once but they never took the knives away once they saw we had sleeping bags and a small tent.

We didn't kill anyone, and we only ever wounded ourselves while chopping wood for fires to heat up the beans and toast.
Never brandished a knife in company, never threatened to stab or cut anyone either.
Warm beans and toast for supper tasted great after a day on the road.

Those were such simple times.
Look at the state of ye now.



I know - I'm far too happy and content in my life up here.



No, I sourced the video and watched it for myself.

It's just I'm trying to figure out what might be called 'the actual news media' in your view

There isn't one. That's the point, dipshit

- in the same way my music thread is actually about music and yours is simply peddling a bunch of rather hilarious lies about me.

Where do you get your news from, Shay?

Please don't tell us it's Arsefield's and that interminable bore Clark/Connolly, with whom you've dancing a lot with of late?

 

[Mowl]

Do you use them to chop up the babies you put in your sandwiches?

Nah, I'd normally parboil the female infants, then dip them into a nice cream and white wine sauce before frying them in olive oil with a little garlic and cracked black pepper. The males I chop up and add them to my own version of the common Irish stew.

There isn't one.

So you get your news from Clark/Connolly after all.

Interesting.

That's the point, dipshit

What is?

That you and C/C are new best-buds and that?

At last you finally found your intellectual equal - though I bet his iq is even spoofier than yours, eh.

 

[AN4]

Nah, I'd normally parboil the female infants, then dip them into a nice cream and white wine sauce before frying them in olive oil with a little garlic and cracked black pepper. The males I chop up and add them to my own version of the common Irish stew.

Would you consider moving it to the appropriate thread? -

Thread 'Food and Beverages' https://islepoli.com/threads/food-and-beverages.162/

So you get your news from Clark/Connolly after all.

Interesting.



What is?

That you and C/C are new best-buds and that?

At last you finally found your intellectual equal - though I bet his iq is even spoofier than yours, eh.

 

[Mowl]

Would you consider moving it to the appropriate thread? -

As I've instructed you before: if you want it put it into the thread in question, then do it yourself.

Why on earth would I bother reading a thread about food and drink when it's not even about food or drinks and only lies about me?

Seriously, you're some thick cunt.

Thread 'Food and Beverages' https://islepoli.com/threads/food-and-beverages.162/

I'm kinda hungry, think I'll peel another baby to snack on before considering supper.

While I'm peeling, see if you can dream up any better/somewhat entertaining lies about me than these paltry ones you've lain at my feet.

You've been spending too much time frolicking with Clark/Connolly, Shay: your jokes, are ~~ Nearly ~~ as sad, as his ! ! !

 

[AN4]

As I've instructed you before: if you want it put it into the thread in question, then do it yourself.

Why on earth would I bother reading a thread about food and drink when it's not even about food or drinks and only lies about me?

How would you know that?

Seriously, you're some thick cunt.

I'm kinda hungry, think I'll peel another baby to snack on before considering supper.

While I'm peeling, see if you can dream up any better/somewhat entertaining lies about me than these paltry ones you've lain at my feet.

C'mon Mowl, this is getting boring now. I say something about you and then.. Five minutes later.. you say the same thing about me

You gotta come up with your own stuff

You've been spending too much time frolicking with Clark/Connolly, Shay: your jokes, are ~~ Nearly ~~ as sad, as his ! ! !

 

[Mowl]

How would you know that?

My informants, obviously.

C'mon Mowl, this is getting boring now.

Now?

You've been boring ever since I met you.

I say something you and then..

You say something me and then?

Something me?

Me?

Something?

Five minutes later.. you say the same thing about me

Nine minutes, actually.

You gotta come up with your own stuff

Why would I bother doing that when I've you to spitball at?

Besides, we both don't get our news from the same places.

 

[Mowl]

Hah hah! Nice one, Jimmy: you big dirty-up-all-nighter!
It's eight in the morning and you haven't slept a wink, waiting for the bombs to go off so's you can tell everyone 'I told you so'?
Well, the massive riots and pillaging of Belfast didn't quite reach the Ground Zero bomb craters you wanted to see.
Not that it'd make any difference if it did.

Lee Rigby must be turning over in his grave (if they managed to re-attach his head) like a sausage on a spit.
As he beats the drum slowly and he plays the fife lowly.

Good idea from the powers that be to name the court, the time, and the case for your buddies on the front line tossing petrol bombs.
It'll be a gas watching them try to drag the stabby fucker into court for his arraignment.



Wash your butt, Shay - wash it good and try to get some sleep.

 

[AN4]

My informants, obviously.



Now?

You've been boring ever since I met you.



You say something me and then?

Something me?

Me?

Something?



Nine minutes, actually.



Why would I bother doing that when I've you to spitball at?

Besides, we both don'tget our news from the same places.

Poor Mowl, gets all his news from the newspapers and RTE

 

[Mowl]

Poor Mowl, gets all his news from the newspapers and RTE

What a fucking plonker.

Jimmy, this is fucking FINLAND - not Belfast (which you've never been to) not Kildare Street (which you weren't at yesterday) and not Glasgow either. It's Finland, where English is the third language. If I went to the local Suomalainen Kirjakauppa and asked for The Daily Mirror, The Irish Star, The Daily Express, or The Evening Herald, they'd look at me wondering what fucking planet I just arrived from, you complete fucking nitwit.

But I'll tell you one thing the Irish newspapers are good for.

Back in 2016, The Irish Times released three reissues of the days papers from the weekend of Easter 1916, on toned off-white paper which looked period, with the old typesetting, and which featured every detail in the original issue for collectors like me to enjoy. I was sent a gift of the complete collection of the three centennial issues and after reading them decided I'd try a wee stunt to earn some extra cash.

I bought nine plain white picture frames from IKEA and took them apart to stress the wooden frames (with an angle grinder) and make them look really old and battered. Then I stained the front pages with coffee and grains from that morning's pot and stressed the pages to age them. I took a few pictures and next time I was in town dropped into the most popular Irish pub nearby central station and asked for the owner, who was up in his office. I showed him the shots and asked was he interested in buying them for the pub and he obviously liked them but was humming and hawing about a price. So I told him that the two other Irish pubs in the city wanted them and he'd have to decide now if he wanted to take them. We fixed a price and he handed me a cheque.

Later that day I called by the other two Irish pubs and did the same.
Both pubs bought copies too, but of lesser pages than the three front pages the first pub bought.
I walked away with a handy cash sum with which I bought myself lots of treats, money for nothing.

So yeah: newspapers may be a dying media, especially when the news is 100 years old.
The English papers simply don't make it to Finland anyway, you dumb cunt.

Which basically means that every news-site/outlet that you use online, are also available to me online.

The only major difference is that I don't hang around the sewers you frequent.
I don't speak your anti-white race-realist bullshit crank-language.

It's Belfast and Dublin that's on fire, Jimmy - not Helsinki.
We're having a fine time in the sun and enjoying absolutely no stabbings whatsoever.



Which is probably news to you, you terminal moron.

 

[AN4]

What a fucking plonker.

Jimmy, this is fucking FINLAND - not Belfast (which you've never been to) not Kildare Street (which you weren't at yesterday) and not Glasgow either. It's Finland, where English is the third language. If I went to the local Suomalainen Kirjakauppa and asked for The Daily Mirror, The Irish Star, The Daily Express, or The Evening Herald, they'd look at me wondering what fucking planet I just arrived from, you complete fucking nitwit.

But I'll tell you one thing the Irish newspapers are good for.

Back in 2016, The Irish Times released three reissues of the days papers from the weekend of Easter 1916, on toned off-white paper which looked period, with the old typesetting, and which featured every detail in the original issue for collectors like me to enjoy. I was sent a gift of the complete collection of the three centennial issues and after reading them decided I'd try a wee stunt to earn some extra cash.

I bought nine plain white picture frames from IKEA and took them apart to stress the wooden frames (with an angle grinder) and make them look really old and battered. Then I stained the front pages with coffee and grains from that morning's pot and stressed the pages to age them. I took a few pictures and next time I was in town dropped into the most popular Irish pub nearby central station and asked for the owner, who was up in his office. I showed him the shots and asked was he interested in buying them for the pub and he obviously liked them but was humming and hawing about a price. So I told him that the two other Irish pubs in the city wanted them and he'd have to decide now if he wanted to take them. We fixed a price and he handed me a cheque.

Later that day I called by the other two Irish pubs and did the same.
Both pubs bought copies too, but of lesser pages than the three front pages the first pub bought.
I walked away with a handy cash sum with which I bought myself lots of treats, money for nothing.

So yeah: newspapers may be a dying media, especially when the news is 100 years old.
The English papers simply don't make it to Finland anyway, you dumb cunt.

Which basically means that every news-site/outlet that you use online, are also available to me online.

The only major difference is that I don't hang around the sewers you frequent.
I don't speak your anti-white race-realist bullshit crank-language.

It's Belfast and Dublin that's on fire, Jimmy - not Helsinki.
We're having a fine time in the sun and enjoying absolutely no stabbings whatsoever.



Which is probably news to you, you terminal moron.

So you're a conman (as well as a shoplifter)

Grand so

 

[Mowl]

So you're a conman (as well as a shoplifter)

I didn't have to tell any lies to make your Ma sell herself to black men to earn me a few bob.

She was some slut, that Missus Dawson, eh.

Grand so

Indeed.

Some fucking whore alright.

 

[AN4]

You know what they say, you can take the boy out of Ballyfermot...

 

[Mowl]

You know what they say, you can take the boy out of Ballyfermot...

Hah hah!

That's right: I took me right out of Ballyer and made my way up here - to the world's happiest country.
Meanwhile, yours is on fire, and you're sitting on your arse trading jibes with me?
What a fucking plonker!
Poor Jambo: getting it in the neck from all sides.
Next thing they'll be rioting over you stabbing yourself in the throat with a kirpan while picking your teeth.

Conman?
Pahahaaaaa!
Jimmy, I'm a business man - an artist, I create things using my hands, my skills and talents, and my brains.
I turn raw materials into highly-desirable artistic creations.
In fact: I can even sell old/dead Finnish wood to living Finnish people.
Imagine that?
This is a bit like selling sand to Arabs, yeah?
Or Guinness to the Irish.
Finland is 75% forest!



I work old driftwood I collected from the banks of the river and sold it to people all over Helsinki and beyond.
Like the 100yr old Irish newspapers I sold to Helsinki's Irish pubs, they too bought my wooden creations as well as my oil/acrylic/charcoal artworks.

Your daily gross income from work of any kind is zero.

But at least it's gross, right?