I was reading about that recently, no doubt they'll be blaming 'dem dark peoples' for the epidemic over on Arsefield's. After all, Europe was a utopia without any pestilence or disease before those pesky Africans and Arabs made their way here, ruining everything which was good as they went along.
They didn't bring the rats with them - we've
always had a scourge of rats in Ireland.
Some of them even dress as farmers and tour guides to allay any suspicions.
The French should count themselves lucky as they've an excellent public healthcare system. Were it in Dedham, the average American there would probably be paying $100,000 for insect bite treatment. In America you could make thousands on the stock market over a few years...only for it to be blown on one expensive medical procedure.
I'm picturing Declan Kelly out in Southie acting the hard-chaw lecturing the drunks in some dive hovel bar while wolfing down the cheeseburgers, suddenly his eyes widen, he clutches at his chest, starts to choke and shake violently, loses the use of his left arm, can't hold himself up with just the right hand, so he falls face first into the table, tomato ketchup covers his face, vinegar stings his eyes, mayonnaise all down his short sleeved shirt with a colourful tie.
The drunks just look at him choking to death and suffering a heart attack all at once and decide to ignore the cunt.
As soon as he breathes his last, everyone in the bar tells the barkeep that he's paying for their drinks.
They toast him and leave him to go stiff - face down on a bar-stool.
Animals are such uncomplicated creatures compared to humans. Take a cat for instance - if it's eating, sleeping and shagging then it's as happy as Larry.
I never trusted that Larry cunt.
He's always boasting about some amazing shit he did - he's a fucking liar is our Larry.
At this stage in my life I'm really beginning to prefer Eastern European women. They're beautiful, stylish, feminine, polite and pleasant.
On home ground they don't have to compete with each other, rather they support each other.
Which is why the fat and ugly Irish slags of today hate them and
will scratch their eyes out if provoked.
And by provoked I mean exist.
Gimme a Finnish lady, there's none better: sweet, kind, beautiful but not using it for advantage, highly educated and aware, confident, loves wintertime as much as the short summertime. They neither brag nor boast, nor will they judge you by your appearance no matter how outrageously you present yourself. They like their men to be male, not some effeminate twat with a fringe haircut with his pants around his knees and boxers up to his bellybutton.
Dreads, beards, mouzers, Mohawks, skin-heads, whatever you're having yourself.
Clean shaven, hair gelled down, and dressed in a suit?
Forget it: -
the cute guy over there has awesome dreads and hasn't shaved in days. Mmmm, she says.
A lot of Irish women by contrast are obnoxious, argumentative, butch and combative.
Not to mention horrendously ugly.
They age very quickly when settled too - by the time they turn thirty they let it all go and get fat and comfortable. And demanding. Quite often the husbands are too scared to even mention it. I mean, who the fuck watches their wife/girlfriend dress up to out with the girls and not tell her that she's at least twenty five years too old for that mini-dress, she looks like her make-up went on with a trowel, her fat legs are covered in burst blood vessels (why do only women get that?) and if she falls over in those heels they're going to need a bit more than an ambulance to get her back on her feet and into the chippers.
Maybe a fire brigade unit with a big fuck-off extendable ladder might do the job.
They're also always trying to prove that they can be 'just as tough and as loud as the lads'. I don't think there's a bigger turn off than seeing a woman sip out of a pint glass, only to start shouting / getting aggressive afterwards as they can't handle their drink.
That's so familiar to me - and it's one of the reasons I'm disgusted by Dubliners and their nasty filthy habits.
They also seem to think they're entitled only to Hollywood-like celebrities such as Brad Pitt and George Clooney, nothing else will do.
Any fat girl out for the night and looking to get some can't fail.
If the locals don't want her, she can always hang out with some willing immigrant looking to anchor a baby.
If you mention to them the fact that they're probably still single at 40 as they're too fussy then all hell will break loose.
Most forty year old Irish women are shelved, if they don't marry young.
Maybe it has something to do with being reared on television programmes such as Sex and the City, I don't know.
Magazine culture, fashion trends, television specials, the whole nine yards, it's made Irish women have to compete with each other for attention.
The media over the last five or six decades is where most of it started.
Ironically enough EE women are more realistic in their expectations...despite the fact that they're obviously more attractive - both naturally, and in how they present themselves. Women from the likes of Poland, Hungary and Latvia make your Irish woman seem like beasts in comparison.
Irish women
ARE beasts.
How any man could put up with some loud screeching slapper bitch on the vodka and red bull from some Tallaght housing estate stumps me.
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