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Mowl
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Yes, that's the after-diet photo.
Apparently he lost around six kilos of body fat, but the blood pressure's still through the roof.
Just one wank over the limit could render the poor bastard wheel-chaired.
Or uni-cycled: Jambo on a clown's tiny one-wheeler would be some sight to see, especially set to Oasis songs.
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By the way, I saw this clip on Telegram recently and I couldn't help but be reminded of @roc_abilly. It's a clip taken from a rather long stream with The Distributist, Wokal Distance and some moderator. I wouldn't know much about any of them, a little bit about The Distributist, who's not a WN...
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Some guy was hauled up for threatening Simon Harris's family home being targeted: the guy is named, and they said he's the sole carer for his elderly mother, which immediately brought that idiot from Galway over on Arsefield's to mind. He's fat, baldy, ugly, and wears a train-spotter's raincoat.
Sham Pox personified.
'A 48-YEAR-OLD Connemara man charged with issuing a threat on social media to kill or cause serious harm to Taoiseach Simon Harris and his family has been released on bail.
Patrick Grealish of 16 Garrai an Choirce, Lettermullen, Co Galway, appeared before Judge Gerard Furlong at a special sitting of Galway District Court this afternoon'.
It has to be the case that as this hate speech thingy they're blanketing you with is going to expose more and more real names of characters who are likely to be associated with online craic such as these sites. As for worrying about the legality of things, I stand by all my posts - even the ones inviting certain losers to top themselves. It's a slog of a job - but someone has to do it.
Sham Pox personified.
'A 48-YEAR-OLD Connemara man charged with issuing a threat on social media to kill or cause serious harm to Taoiseach Simon Harris and his family has been released on bail.
Patrick Grealish of 16 Garrai an Choirce, Lettermullen, Co Galway, appeared before Judge Gerard Furlong at a special sitting of Galway District Court this afternoon'.
It has to be the case that as this hate speech thingy they're blanketing you with is going to expose more and more real names of characters who are likely to be associated with online craic such as these sites. As for worrying about the legality of things, I stand by all my posts - even the ones inviting certain losers to top themselves. It's a slog of a job - but someone has to do it.
Mowl
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Seems to me to be a daily occurrence reading the news from Ireland that your roads are fucking dangerous. It's always the Monday news that reads worst: how many dead on how many roads. Nowadays it's every day. Dropping like flies in the polar regions. Odd too that they never mention whether the passengers killed were great men/women for the GAA, as they do with other sad and avoidable deaths.
If I ever end up in Finnish court for some crime, then I'm pleading the GAA get-out clause: 'you Finns may not know or even understand the role of GAA in Irish life, but to an Irishman of my stature, my crimes pale next to the beautiful game, and I hereby request that this court be abandoned and all charges drop-kicked to the bleachers...'
Two young women dead today as a result of using Irish roads.
What the fuck is wrong with you guys? They're roads, no skyscrapers. They're flat, you don't need to pick anything up to build one, you just keep dumping wet cement as you move forward. What's the deal with crappy Irish engineering? You throw more than enough money at these things but not only do you get charged for using what you paid to build, you might also die using one. And if you do - it's your own fault - nobody else's.
Mental little country.
If I ever end up in Finnish court for some crime, then I'm pleading the GAA get-out clause: 'you Finns may not know or even understand the role of GAA in Irish life, but to an Irishman of my stature, my crimes pale next to the beautiful game, and I hereby request that this court be abandoned and all charges drop-kicked to the bleachers...'
Two young women dead today as a result of using Irish roads.
What the fuck is wrong with you guys? They're roads, no skyscrapers. They're flat, you don't need to pick anything up to build one, you just keep dumping wet cement as you move forward. What's the deal with crappy Irish engineering? You throw more than enough money at these things but not only do you get charged for using what you paid to build, you might also die using one. And if you do - it's your own fault - nobody else's.
Mental little country.
roc_abilly
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He fits the profile alright.
Imagine, this is the chap who Jambo chickened out of meeting up with (after Jambo threatened him online, and was called on his bluff).
Jambo, as long as you didn't let him sit on you, or look at you too funny, you'd have been alright, you big girl's yellow blouse.
roc_abilly
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Young lads have too few outlets. Everyone else is in too much of a rush.
Mowl
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Looks like the most-mong relative of Philip Dwyer, the ex-postman who enjoys booting narky dogs up the arse.
Imagine, this is the chap who Jambo chickened out of meeting up with (after Jambo threatened him online, and was called on his bluff).
That fight club event was 'fierce craic' - as the mad farmer from Cavan would put it.
These same idiots rage all day long about the abuse the migrants are heaping onto Irish native's daily lives.
At night they want to kill each other.
The power of cheap lager/soapbar hash is mong friendly for sure.
Mortified for the poor sap - off in a sulk because he can't riddle the site with Convex/Wouldn't/Mortgage tweeties.
Jambo, he has all the male masculine maturity of a church mouse.
For all his yap, he's immobile - stunted, wasted.
He should really stick to tiddlywinks and let the adults argue the finer points.
And yet one might think the same of any town or city in modern Europe. Like Finland for example. I've been up and down the highways and dirt tracks of this broad and majestic country and even with all the budding rally drivers up there in Sami-land, we rarely wake to news of another young person dead as a result of shitty roads with accident black-spots that go back to the 1970's and beyond. There's nothing as awesome as being in the front seat with a spliff being rolled and the miles whizzing by in the early Finnish dawn: spectacular light, countryside, wilds, the works - while hitting one hundred and fifty for a the stright runs where you really can see ahead for miles. We have few mountains in Finland, it's mostly flat all the way up to the Arctic Circle where the tallest Finnish mountain 'Halti' in the heart of no-man's/Sami landscapes.
Finns are crazy for rally driving. Mostly because that far up there aren't any coppers around handing out speeding fines. There's nothing at all for miles at a time. Hence calling it 'The Wilds'. I've heard stories of private/rented buses stopping for a wee-wee break and some gobshite walks too far off the road and into a bear's territory, pissing on the trees and stumbling around drunk. For the bears? Dinner time. For the gobshite? Matins.
Still - yer man in the photo attached cracks me up: he's exactly how I imagined Sham Frog looked.
Fat, Paddy, culchie, three chins/no neck, the hoodie, the manky jeans, the cheap sneakers.
It's his poor Mam I worry about.
Jaze only knows what he gets up to in her wardrobe while she's asleep.
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roc_abilly
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Mowl, any thoughts about how Ketamine might have caused Matthew Perry's death?
Matthew Perry: Two doctors among five charged over ketamine-related death | BreakingNews.ie
An investigation into the actor’s death unearthed a ‘broad underground criminal network’, US attorney Martin Estrada said.
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Recalling that the 60's "neuronauts", researchers like John Lilly, used to take collossal amounts. Lilly even took it through an IV drip to get the maximum amount possible, while he was inside a sensory deprivation tank, towards the development of his "inter-species communication" dolphins project. Its advantage over LSD was that the more you took the higher you got, whereas with LSD there was a limit to how far out you could get.
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Stuart Gordon flashes back to the time he met with the interspecies linguistic researcher to discuss a sequel to Honey, I Shrunk the Kids.
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I can understand someone not properly grounded in the world, whether through science, like Lilly, or through their social relations, having a major psychosis. But ketamine actually killing someone? I suspect there must have been some other drug involved.
Mowl
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I've never used Ketamine myself, so I wouldn't know. Last time it was near me was a show out in Maynooth University with Keltic Posse sometime in the nineties (actually Therapy? opened the show that night - Fyffe Ewing burst my bass-drum head, I had to cover the gash with a tin beer tray) and it was a rather odd scenario. The kids weren't drinking very much, there was a bar in the hall but they mostly sat on the floor hugging each other. Later in the evening and towards the end of our set, they were sort of limping around and leaning on each other, and some others were literally crawling on the floor.
I was invited to an after party same night and was offered some pills in someone's rented student house. I refused the pills politely but the girl who invited me took some more. After a while she was gurning so badly I couldn't stop laughing at her facial contortions. She was cute, but not cute enough for me to stick around and end up shagging a jelly-legged part-human part-biological experiment with her eyes rolling around in her head. So I split and put it down to experience.
Here's an odd one: up here, I've asked some local friends/connections if they can get me some things I'd like to try even once before I die. They asked what I wanted. I asked for some clean heroin, clean crack, clean methamphetamine, and modern ecstasy: that they were all passed and clean and safe and that I could experiment here at home in relative safety. They all laughed at me and told me to: 'forget it, and fuck off - there's no fucking way I'm giving you any of these things. And if I hear of anyone else doing it, they're in trouble too'.
Which on the one hand is very reassuring, but on the other I now know that if I wanted to try them anyway, nobody I know will give me any and so I'd have to hit the streets, which only a complete fucking lunatic would do in this town. But I still want to try, just once. I'm confident that the next experience I'll have outside my normal routine is to attend an Ayahaushka ceremony in an old friend's farmhouse out beyond the airport in Dublin. That's next time I'm home, issues of the day permitting. He runs a society of people based on the farm and has a number of things going on that I'll have to see first before I consider my next move.
It's a side of drug-taking/sourcing I never really considered: 'hi, can I get one dose of smack to chase, one dose of meta-amphetamine, one ecstasy pill and some crack, please?'
No - fuck off.
Ahh, go on?
No - scram.
Pleeease?
I said fuck off.
Damn it.
I was invited to an after party same night and was offered some pills in someone's rented student house. I refused the pills politely but the girl who invited me took some more. After a while she was gurning so badly I couldn't stop laughing at her facial contortions. She was cute, but not cute enough for me to stick around and end up shagging a jelly-legged part-human part-biological experiment with her eyes rolling around in her head. So I split and put it down to experience.
Here's an odd one: up here, I've asked some local friends/connections if they can get me some things I'd like to try even once before I die. They asked what I wanted. I asked for some clean heroin, clean crack, clean methamphetamine, and modern ecstasy: that they were all passed and clean and safe and that I could experiment here at home in relative safety. They all laughed at me and told me to: 'forget it, and fuck off - there's no fucking way I'm giving you any of these things. And if I hear of anyone else doing it, they're in trouble too'.
Which on the one hand is very reassuring, but on the other I now know that if I wanted to try them anyway, nobody I know will give me any and so I'd have to hit the streets, which only a complete fucking lunatic would do in this town. But I still want to try, just once. I'm confident that the next experience I'll have outside my normal routine is to attend an Ayahaushka ceremony in an old friend's farmhouse out beyond the airport in Dublin. That's next time I'm home, issues of the day permitting. He runs a society of people based on the farm and has a number of things going on that I'll have to see first before I consider my next move.
It's a side of drug-taking/sourcing I never really considered: 'hi, can I get one dose of smack to chase, one dose of meta-amphetamine, one ecstasy pill and some crack, please?'
No - fuck off.
Ahh, go on?
No - scram.
Pleeease?
I said fuck off.
Damn it.
roc_abilly
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I think your Finnish friends are right. I wouldn't feel like tempting fate myself. That said though, the one drug I've very rarely done, loathed because of a number of observations I've made about it, cocaine, I might take up when I'm very old and start to slow down in a way that I can't overcome by regular intense physical exertion. Maybe then the added pep you can get from it will be justified.
I recall in my late teens, a week of using hash that was heavily laced with ketamine which we were smoking through big bongs. That was a very strange week. The high was highly dissociative, long lasting, "outer body". I was looking down on myself and my group of friends from about 12 foot up, and 12 foot to the side, basically for the whole week. It was eerie.
I'm not sure what the attraction is in a club situation. I too saw clubs, in New York, with clubbers on special K as it was called, sitting around on the floor. I couldn't work it out. I suppose it was "different", and I suppose in New York, at that time, there was always that search for something different.
Anyway, that Matthew Perry story is a strange one. It's a strange drug. I think you need to harbour a few strange inclinations in yourself to gravitate to it as a drug of choice. But I don't know how it can kill you. Well I suppose if you take a lot, and go to somewhere you're not able for, your heart might give out with the fright and the stress. Especially for someone of Perry's age, and I think he might have been in poor health.
I recall in my late teens, a week of using hash that was heavily laced with ketamine which we were smoking through big bongs. That was a very strange week. The high was highly dissociative, long lasting, "outer body". I was looking down on myself and my group of friends from about 12 foot up, and 12 foot to the side, basically for the whole week. It was eerie.
I'm not sure what the attraction is in a club situation. I too saw clubs, in New York, with clubbers on special K as it was called, sitting around on the floor. I couldn't work it out. I suppose it was "different", and I suppose in New York, at that time, there was always that search for something different.
Anyway, that Matthew Perry story is a strange one. It's a strange drug. I think you need to harbour a few strange inclinations in yourself to gravitate to it as a drug of choice. But I don't know how it can kill you. Well I suppose if you take a lot, and go to somewhere you're not able for, your heart might give out with the fright and the stress. Especially for someone of Perry's age, and I think he might have been in poor health.
Mowl
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It's definitely true that Perry had a long-term drug problem. I recall some time just after his death that he (had) said that he could tell exactly which drug he was on during any episode or season of episodes just by looking at his posture. I find the show trite and shallow, I could never understand people's reactions to it and the fact that it was on multiple channels every day and night for years. Six white kids in New York, token blacks include? Can't recall many. There was a statement made that the series was based on a black/coloured person's show of a similar nature which was ripped off to make the version with white middle-class New Yorkers, but I can't recall the title of the show.
Like the Simpsons, Friends seems to be everywhere all the time, even up here in Finland they still show it most evenings. On the weekends they show multiple shows to fill in hours of viewing at a time. The ladies seem to like it more so than the blokes do: every girl in the world wanted hair like the Rachel actor, along with her tits, legs, make-up, and clothes. The other one, who married an Irish bloke from some Irish band, apparently got loads of surgery done to her face and neck and came out of hospital looking like a highway smash-up between an artic full of raw chicken wings and another artic full of horse fat.
But yeah, the party I went to that night was stranger than the gig was: they all sat on the floor, all the armchairs were empty and gangs of them scattered around, some behind the sofa in their own little microcosm, others on their hands and knees clawing blissfully about. Didn't look like much fun to me. In the early nineties, myself and my two housemates threw parties every weekend for one summer with a limited guest-list and themed events. The first one was a lemon party (not my idea) but my housemate went to the markets and bought up loads of fresh lemons which we scattered all over the place. The smell was delicious. We'd all take a hit of ecstasy at the same time and then party on through the night into the early dawn. Music, yes - but not banging techno, more like laid back hip-hop, dub-step, low tempo drum&bass sort of vibe.
Lovely times, never a bad word or gesture, everyone got to be themselves and do what they liked.
Haven't tried ecstasy since, but would love to have one more dance before I clock off.
I have a tub of mushroom powder in the fridge one of the guys gave me months and months ago, and I haven't gotten around to eating them/making tea.
Just can't seem to find the right moment.
Or maybe it's just me telling me to cop the fuck on - I'm not a teenager anymore.
roc_abilly
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'Friends' was horrible. I couldn't believe it became the phenomenon it did. The whole premise was tragic. It was cringeworthy. I was made sit through it a couple of times, and I just had the thought in my head all through it that millions of lonely young Americans watched this show, and lived vicariously through it, imagining the friendships depicted as something to aspire to. It was a kind of satire on American life, the falseness of it, the shallow aspirations, an essentially empty but busy life, an inner neediness, and constant desire for continual affirmation. It spoke to everything that was beginning to go wrong in the world. The deluge of cliches made me feel like vomiting. Maybe no wonder that Perry went the way he did.
roc_abilly
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'The Simpsons' was fucking stupid too. I can appreciate it as a fantastic piece of script writing. But it was a bit like that column in the IT, the rugby fellow. It just went on and on when it should have been knocked on the head after a couple of seasons.
Mowl
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Wasn't the conclusion death by drowning/misadventure?
Dude went out the same way he lived: pepped up from first thing in the morning - then drinking strong coffee all day with more and more reds to keep him up. Seems the ketamine hit him hard, he passed out in the hot tub, slid down under the surface and wham: life over. Which is hardly surprising: ketamine's also used for tranquilizing horses.
Mowl
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Has Jimmy been screaming and balling for another nappy change?
That cheap-assed Dutch Gold lager rots the liver and the bloodstream.
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That Jambo chap is unfortunately a bit of a clown. It doesn't really matter how much rope you give to him, or not give to him, he'll still work out a way to do a Michael Hutchence with it.E Electricity
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By the way, I saw this clip on Telegram recently and I couldn't help but be reminded of @roc_abilly. It's a clip taken from a rather long stream with The Distributist, Wokal Distance and some moderator. I wouldn't know much about any of them, a little bit about The Distributist, who's not a WN...
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And the brain. If he only had a brain.