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roc_abilly
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Oh no, how long was he left to binge watch Morboing, Doods and Nugget with no other outlet?
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Mowl
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He's probably sitting in an armchair, bones and gristle hanging off his bottom lip, slavering and casting about like a madman.
I'd imagine Jambo would find quitting crack easier than posting his trio of doom like he's one of the gang rather than some slavering lapdog.
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Jambo should take a high-dive into it like a true daredevil - hop off a seventy meter tall cliff right into Keith Woods' arsehole.
Woods wouldn't even notice, would he?
Wait, would Woods what? Why? Where, in the woods? When would he? Why would he? Who? Woods? Would HE? Who? Woods would. Woods would what? Where was Woods? Which woods? When? Why, etc, etc...
Damn this is good weed.
Mowl
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A few years back I got into a row with a bunch of Turkish lads in a bar. The big mouth of the gang kept calling me 'Irish' as in: 'hey, Irish - c'mon man, it's a just a spilled beer' and 'hey, Irish - take it easy Bro'. So I turned and looked him in the eye and said: 'hey, Turkey - fuck you and your fucking beer'.
'Hey, Irish - no need to be offensive, man.
'Hey, Turkey - go mix some gravy - you big Sunday dinner'.
'Don't call me Turkey, man'.
'What should I call you, chicken?'
This is why I never go Irish pubs abroad: they're full of Irish idiots and chicken-licking foreigners.
'Hey, Irish - no need to be offensive, man.
'Hey, Turkey - go mix some gravy - you big Sunday dinner'.
'Don't call me Turkey, man'.
'What should I call you, chicken?'
This is why I never go Irish pubs abroad: they're full of Irish idiots and chicken-licking foreigners.
Lumpy Von Talbot
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I always go to Turkish barbers. They serve a proper apprenticeship. It is a bit like barmen in ireland, the old barbers of Turkey. Same with Cypriots. Handy trade, like, hardly likely to run out of business and all you need you can carry around with you without needing a van.
Yuk Yuk Yolla.
Yuk Yuk Yolla.
Lumpy Von Talbot
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There will never be another revolution in Ireland until such time as Mna Na hEireann give permission for it. Until 'don't be making a holy show of us in front of the neighbours' becomes 'why are you sitting there just moaning?'
Mowl
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The fun part about that is that the Turk's only do one style of haircut. I mean, in North Korea every barber's shop has a poster they stick up on the wall with eight slightly different styles of hair, of which you get to pick one and then live with it until next time. That they're all pretty much the same cut, training to become a barber in North Korea takes about forty minutes.
What I love about these Turkish lads is the joke they're puling off day after day in Ireland. The classic hipster style, which is - without a shadow of
The cut is what it is because when Jamal the happy Muslim puts on his head-rag, the clean shaven area from nostril height to eyebrow height is where the rag is tied tight to his skull - and having hair under it tends to tickle and tug, depending which way you turn your head. I say your head, but you know I mean Jamal's head.
Irish hipster's walk around utterly oblivious to the sniggers of his Muslim neighbours who find his cuckolded hairstyle highly hilarious.
Half of those fucking dopes you see parading up and down O'Connell Street protesting Jamal, his religion, his language, his big fuck-off machete, and his haircut, are all star-struck by their apparently 'Oirish' hairstyles - and they feel good in it because every other (non bald) bloke has one. No wonder Jamal and the lads can't stop laughing at poor Paddy. Neither can the Turks, who are selling Islam to Ireland by the pound.
Mowl
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That's exactly the same reaction I had to the Finnish dish of Mämmi, a traditional meal around Easter time which the entire nation scarfs down like custard. The mere look of it, let alone the smell, is enough to turn this boy's tummy over and make it run like the clappers. Apparently, when the Russians came over the border in 1938, they found the Finns eating this stuff - they assumed they were eating their own shit, so they backed slowly out the door they just came in and disappeared back into the wilds. It's made of yeast, or so they said - I couldn't confirm that as there's no fucking way it's make it past my palate.
The only Irish equivalents I can think of would be giving the kids a spoonful of castor oil or a bowl of sago before heading to school in winter.
Vile foods that sit on the tongue and can't be swallowed without a massive heave returning the whole lot back into the bowl it just came from.
Porridge does that to me too - like gruel of some kind, my stomach refuses point blank to host it so it's spat back out with severe prejudice.
The only Irish equivalents I can think of would be giving the kids a spoonful of castor oil or a bowl of sago before heading to school in winter.
Vile foods that sit on the tongue and can't be swallowed without a massive heave returning the whole lot back into the bowl it just came from.
Porridge does that to me too - like gruel of some kind, my stomach refuses point blank to host it so it's spat back out with severe prejudice.
That might explain why he's so angry all the time?
I personally don't understand why they don't just give up and find another hobby? Their beloved NP along with all of its offshoots are never going to win an election in Ireland...so why even bother wasting all of that energy? Arsefield's = a bunch of aging, bitter, pathetic alcoholics with nothing better to do all day than to whinge about xyz news story they encounter on X, Telegram, YouTube etc.
They're losers and whingers who nobody takes seriously outside of their own little circle jerk of ten permanently angry pissheads.
They're losers and whingers who nobody takes seriously outside of their own little circle jerk of ten permanently angry pissheads.
Mowl
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For most of them, it is an addiction: without venting online at least ten to fifteen times a day, they get all wound up and tense and need to release all that negative energy racing through their bloodstreams. Throw in a little liquor and let it stew for ten minutes, then serve up via a garden hose. If all the sites were to close down, then these twats would be left yelling at the RTE news at lunchtime, mid-afternoon, evening, and night. Tearing up their copy of The Irish Independent and the Daily Mirror. Battering their wives and children. Losing the head while standing in line at the local off license which only lets people in two at a time, due to the likes of Saul's son thieving them blind every other day.
Nationalists, my arse. How many nationalists do you know of who shelter their robbing bastard sons even though they know exactly what they're doing when they head out after midnight with their loot sack? What's nationalist about battering and robbing the elderly Irish of Monaghan?
Give it a fucking rest, you stupid cunts - you're not nationalists, you're stay-at-home serial moaners and groaners, too old to be of use, too young for the pension.
Dan is not a nationalist, he's just some bourgeois Yankee prick who's obsessed with money above all else - in typical American fashion. Yet the muppets who frequent his site genuinely seem to believe he's some Irish cultural nationalist.
Youngdan, a wolf in sheep's clothing if ever there was one.
Youngdan, a wolf in sheep's clothing if ever there was one.