I wouldn't lower myself to converse with anyone you find attractive.
So you decided to forego a visit to Newtownmountkennedy for the 'replacement people' protest?
Your brand of nationalism doesn't seem to exist outside your online travails.
Imagine ten years from now?
Reckon you'll end up hanging yourself from the back of your bedroom door?
I don't mean for the auto eroticism, but rather a sense of complete and total despair in realizing that you could be replaced by a box of matches or a tennis racquet with no string? You know it's true, so why not just get the rope right now? Or would you rather stay online here at the Isle and try to catch the attention of fat ugly losers on other competing sites?
Is your Da also a blogger?
When he's sober, like.
Or is he just a wife-beating savage alcoholic grifter?