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Jambo takes offence at fat-cheeked, three-chinned losers with haircuts straight out of the corner-shop Muslim barbers quite easily.

I find that one hilarious: every man in Ireland with hair seems to have the same cut and style: beard leading up to a shaved area around ear level with a plop of wispy hair on top that makes their heads look less fat than they are. They'll happily throw money at Jamal when booking an appointment for a haircut and they'll even sit there telling him their life story. What they do, where they work, how they make money, who they're going out with, the game, the weather, the latest headlines (but never going too deep lest they lose the run of their mouth and say something blatantly racist.

I've read chumps who are saying that these barber shops are fronts for money-laundering cash from people-trafficking. It might well be the case, the sudden proliferation of dozens of these barber-shops is rather like the previous version which was nail salons. Ten or fifteen of them in the same neighbourhood. Where are they now? Don't the girls want their manicures and pedicures any more? Those shops opened with the advent of the newly arriving eastern European ladies with their fine features and blond hair, their grace and femininity, their cute accents, the way they walk, the way they look at you. Gorgeous little things.

Of course when Bridie and Concepta saw them coming, they freaked the fuck out and went shopping pronto. Nine inch heels, make-up applied with a standard trowel, sprayed bright orange all over in some little booth behind a top-shelf porn newsagents. The slapper mini skirts and plunging neckline tops. The speed in their bright blue bottles of WKD and the coke they bang up the nose to give them an edge before hitting The Wexford Inn for some real Irish trad to sing along to, then off to Copperfaced Jacks for the binge drinking of pints of yellow lager and shots of Jagermeister. Handbags on the floor beside them, they lurch and sway on the spot and eyeball the culchie coppers and nurses for someone to give them a love-bite right under their ear for everyone to see (bar herself, the dumb slapper).

I bet you a pound to a penny that when Jimmy Jambo needs a trim, he's off down to to see Jamal and Mohammud to get his nasal hair waxed (then crying like a baby) and his ear-lugs cleaned with a small but powerful jet of warm water that breaks up the wax and washes it out. Then the beard-shaping: Jamal gives him three photos to look at: 'you pick one you, I have you cut in ten minute, my friend'.

Look very closely at that photo above, my friend: that's you.

100% James Dawson - born loser, closet homosexual, lazy cunt, and boring second hand bastard with a short fuse.
 
roc_abilly said:
Your stupid fucking white supremacist memes and spamming, Jambo.

Have you even one original thought in your head?



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Zing!

That's Philip Dywer's neck and chin, isn't it?
 
Electricity said:
Also roc:

I think there's nothing meaningful about "the white race", and by extension, "white genocide", or "anti-white", or all that other stuff.
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Also Jimmy the Jambo-Rambo:

'No one really cares about "'originality'" in music' Jambo: 12.07.2024

100% Oasis fandom.
 
Could be worse: it might have been Jambo bending you over the tiddlywinks table and boring you to death with fake tales of millions won and millions lost.

Against a little girl called Ponchimathilda.
 
Some fools fall for fucking anything:



The only thing that'd see Roundy walking ten miles is a power cut at the local cheeseburger emporium and a flat tyre on his van.
 
He calls me 22 stone, even though he's probably closer to that figure himself. The heaviest I've ever been was about 205 pounds in my early twenties due to some medications I was taking. Back down to around 160 pounds now.
 
Mowl said:
Jambo takes offence at fat-cheeked, three-chinned losers with haircuts straight out of the corner-shop Muslim barbers quite easily.

I find that one hilarious: every man in Ireland with hair seems to have the same cut and style: beard leading up to a shaved area around ear level with a plop of wispy hair on top that makes their heads look less fat than they are. They'll happily throw money at Jamal when booking an appointment for a haircut and they'll even sit there telling him their life story. What they do, where they work, how they make money, who they're going out with, the game, the weather, the latest headlines (but never going too deep lest they lose the run of their mouth and say something blatantly racist.

I've read chumps who are saying that these barber shops are fronts for money-laundering cash from people-trafficking. It might well be the case, the sudden proliferation of dozens of these barber-shops is rather like the previous version which was nail salons. Ten or fifteen of them in the same neighbourhood. Where are they now? Don't the girls want their manicures and pedicures any more? Those shops opened with the advent of the newly arriving eastern European ladies with their fine features and blond hair, their grace and femininity, their cute accents, the way they walk, the way they look at you. Gorgeous little things.

Of course when Bridie and Concepta saw them coming, they freaked the fuck out and went shopping pronto. Nine inch heels, make-up applied with a standard trowel, sprayed bright orange all over in some little booth behind a top-shelf porn newsagents. The slapper mini skirts and plunging neckline tops. The speed in their bright blue bottles of WKD and the coke they bang up the nose to give them an edge before hitting The Wexford Inn for some real Irish trad to sing along to, then off to Copperfaced Jacks for the binge drinking of pints of yellow lager and shots of Jagermeister. Handbags on the floor beside them, they lurch and sway on the spot and eyeball the culchie coppers and nurses for someone to give them a love-bite right under their ear for everyone to see (bar herself, the dumb slapper).

I bet you a pound to a penny that when Jimmy Jambo needs a trim, he's off down to to see Jamal and Mohammud to get his nasal hair waxed (then crying like a baby) and his ear-lugs cleaned with a small but powerful jet of warm water that breaks up the wax and washes it out. Then the beard-shaping: Jamal gives him three photos to look at: 'you pick one you, I have you cut in ten minute, my friend'.

Look very closely at that photo above, my friend: that's you.

100% James Dawson - born loser, closet homosexual, lazy cunt, and boring second hand bastard with a short fuse.
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I'm aghast at the level of male grooming in general these days (and don't get me started on skinny jeans)

And have you seen the price of haircuts.. and these idiots are in there fortnightly. Jaze
 
Electricity said:
Look it up why don't you
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Why would I need to bother?

England has been for centuries of the globes biggest colonizers. They've been around the whole world umpteen times over for many centuries planting their flags in the name of 'civilization' and 'freedom' which mostly saw them subjugated, taken advantage, taken as slaves and dragged into military functions like say the Gurkah. When Britain murdered and slaughtered her way into the colonies, they accused the very same people they were killing/using as slaves/labourers/soldiers as being the problem after the battles were won and war gave GB a right to think they owned fucking everything and everyone.

But Ireland never did that. Certainly not with firearms (unless they had no choice but to sign up and sell their mortal souls to the Queen's army for low pay in return for front-line sacrifices) but maybe with charm and Irish logic: Ireland enured eight hundred-plus years of British murder and oppression. It's no fucking wonder half of India, Pakistan, Suriname, Guyana and almost all of the Caribbean islands to boot.

These natives from all around the world are ENTITLED to British passports and cross-cultural nationality. England had her fun for century after century, killing with impunity anyone or anything that stood in their way - in defence of the Realm. Personally, my experiences in London (my least favourite place in the world) showed me exactly how England fucked herself up. In reality, she could have paid her way out of it by pouring funds into giving these peoples proper and fair 'civilization' rather than begrudging 'yeah' through gritted teeth at Luton Airport, Stansted, London, Manchester, and way up into Scotland as well as west into Wales like the young chap who slaughtered three innocent little children while leaving the witnesses to it all equally scarred for life. He was laughing at the bench, the judges, the lawyers and other legal rubberneckers. Laughing, out loud. He's of African descent, but a citizen of the greater United Kingdom.

if you want to send him home - can you give us an address or even general global position of his said 'home'?

You have a distinctly English name that goes back centuries: the Dawsons of the past were into some pretty fucking nasty shit too.

You're their latest incarnation - and look at the fucking state of you?

Another war-mongering scab operating from a base paid for the dole, scrimping and saving on food in lieu of cheap lager by the slab, and using it all to whisper out your nefarious threats on oncoming doom of the native Irish from your low budget internet feed. But that's it - it ends when you press 'post reply' and then sit back smugly admiring your work and thinking you're some fucking intellectual 'reporter' who parses and trudges his way through every telegram post trying to find the ones that you're under the general umbrella category of. Then acting like it was an original thought of your own - or worse again: trying to pass the entire article off as your own. You're a scab exactly like that, the classroom cheater, the lunch money bully, and classroom dunce.

I bought a new mop/polishing handle for my domestic floor-cleaning today, and while choosing one I thought instead of putting my name and address on it, to instead simply call it Jambo. It cleans up any and every stain, uses very little water or floor wax but spreads really well and holds most bacteria until I launder them out. That's pretty much all you are: a tool for cleaning up all the nasty stuff that sticks to the heel of a sad bastard like you- and your cheap manky boots.

Electricity said:
Look it up why don't you
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I don't need to - but you do, eh.

Or slap up twelve to fifteen posts about your reasons to not do it, or to stay on topic, or to post a smilie, or to just keep on wanking the same wank you started around lunchtime GMT and still haven't spilled? No matter how many of your favourite porn videos you watch, it's still going to be an anti-climax of all the anti-climaxes of all time.

Wankers wank - but you use them to pass the morning and into the afternoon, then hit the tins of lager.

Kill yourself.
 
Mowl said:
Why would I need to bother?
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You tell me

Mowl said:
England has been for centuries of the globes biggest colonizers. They've been around the whole world umpteen times over for many centuries planting their flags in the name of 'civilization' and 'freedom' which mostly saw them subjugated, taken advantage, taken as slaves and dragged into military functions like say the Gurkah. When Britain murdered and slaughtered her way into the colonies, they accused the very same people they were killing/using as slaves/labourers/soldiers as being the problem after the battles were won and war gave GB a right to think they owned fucking everything and everyone.

But Ireland never did that. Certainly not with firearms (unless they had no choice but to sign up and sell their mortal souls to the Queen's army for low pay in return for front-line sacrifices) but maybe with charm and Irish logic: Ireland enured eight hundred-plus years of British murder and oppression. It's no fucking wonder half of India, Pakistan, Suriname, Guyana and almost all of the Caribbean islands to boot.

These natives from all around the world are ENTITLED to British passports and cross-cultural nationality. England had her fun for century after century, killing with impunity anyone or anything that stood in their way - in defence of the Realm. Personally, my experiences in London (my least favourite place in the world) showed me exactly how England fucked herself up. In reality, she could have paid her way out of it by pouring funds into giving these peoples proper and fair 'civilization' rather than begrudging 'yeah' through gritted teeth at Luton Airport, Stansted, London, Manchester, and way up into Scotland as well as west into Wales like the young chap who slaughtered three innocent little children while leaving the witnesses to it all equally scarred for life. He was laughing at the bench, the judges, the lawyers and other legal rubberneckers. Laughing, out loud. He's of African descent, but a citizen of the greater United Kingdom.

if you want to send him home - can you give us an address or even general global position of his said 'home'?

You have a distinctly English name that goes back centuries: the Dawsons of the past were into some pretty fucking nasty shit too.

You're their latest incarnation - and look at the fucking state of you?

Another war-mongering scab operating from a base paid for the dole, scrimping and saving on food in lieu of cheap lager by the slab, and using it all to whisper out your nefarious threats on oncoming doom of the native Irish from your low budget internet feed. But that's it - it ends when you press 'post reply' and then sit back smugly admiring your work and thinking you're some fucking intellectual 'reporter' who parses and trudges his way through every telegram post trying to find the ones that you're under the general umbrella category of. Then acting like it was an original thought of your own - or worse again: trying to pass the entire article off as your own. You're a scab exactly like that, the classroom cheater, the lunch money bully, and classroom dunce.

I bought a new mop/polishing handle for my domestic floor-cleaning today, and while choosing one I thought instead of putting my name and address on it, to instead simply call it Jambo. It cleans up any and every stain, uses very little water or floor wax but spreads really well and holds most bacteria until I launder them out. That's pretty much all you are: a tool for cleaning up all the nasty stuff that sticks to the heel of a sad bastard like you- and your cheap manky boots.



I don't need to - but you do, eh.

Or slap up twelve to fifteen posts about your reasons to not do it, or to stay on topic, or to post a smilie, or to just keep on wanking the same wank you started around lunchtime GMT and still haven't spilled? No matter how many of your favourite porn videos you watch, it's still going to be an anti-climax of all the anti-climaxes of all time.

Wankers wank - but you use them to pass the morning and into the afternoon, then hit the tins of lager.

Kill yourself.
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tldr
 
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White people from The Republican area on Falls Road in Belfast are defending Muslims Stores. Meanwhile across the pond. Muslim's are roaming the cities of England hunting down white people. The mind boggles.
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