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I wonder what the lads over on Arsefield's will be wearing for tonight's Hallowe'en Party?

I know what this one will be wearing, and we all know for whose pleasure he'll be pulling on his little pissy knickers.



Tell us anyway, Lick-Spittle: what's it like LIKING posts from utter morons like Clark/Connolly? Watching you interact with these complete fucking twats brings everyone to the same conclusion: not only are you as dumb as these cunts, you're even more enthusiastic to be dumber than they are. Like it's a race, or something: first one past the post gets held aloft like a severed head on a pike.

You sad, sad, sad little bastard.

Would it not occur to you to tell us where your bastard burglar for a son is today? Sleeping off a hangover up in the box-room in his mid-forties - or sleeping it off in a doorway outside some Sligo betting shop? Has he robbed any particularly crippled grannies or grandads recently? Cops at your door again? Or do you find yourself thinking about hitching a ride over to Cavan on the back of some gypsies flat-bed truck in the rain to kiss Val's hole for him? Does it ever occur to you how pathetic you are? I mean really, like? You're 100% that kid in the playground who sides with the biggest bullies so as not to get it in the neck off them instead. It's like you're EVERYONE'S little gimp. Even your middle aged son's. And if he's in his early forties - that means you're around sixty two/sixty five, right?

Almost there, eh? Another couple of years of dodging work and skiving off the social welfare office and they'll retire you.

You're fuck all use to anyone anyway: like that time at the water protest outside Alliance Françaises on Kildare Street. You were facing completely wrong way. You had to be turned around by the heaving bodies around you and told what was going on. You sad little cunt.

It makes my skin crawl realizing how any arse in a rainstorm is as good as Val or Dan's arse to you.

You even throw accolades at Clark-Connolly - that's how sad you are, you weak little arse-wipe.

Happy Hellow Een ~ ~ Is it Time for Eggs yet ~ ! ! ? !

You sad little fucking gimp.
 
Arsefield's may as well be a Twitter group considering all the one-liners and reposted tweets.

You don't need Xenforo software for any of that.
 
Is there anything more irritating than the type of gobshite in this country who thinks he's hilarious, or a gas man.....when in reality he's simply an unfunny and annoying arsehole? These sorts seem to frequent sites such as Boards.ie a lot, e.g. make sure to be the first to insert lulz comment below a After Hours OP.

I'm not talking about people who are genuinely talented at humour but clowns who seem to think they're the reincarnation of Brendan Behan etc.
 
They're nothing on the type that frequent the comments section of The Journal. That fat slag Honeybadger (one of the Shitstick's buddies) started in on that immediately after Pish went down. She was hated and loathed within half an hour and seems to enjoy being despised quite a lot. Just like her buddy. Plus, jambo's been rumbled by the goons on Arsefield's - they've finally clocked what I was telling them five months ago: don't entertain him, he'll drag you like an undertow out to sea and you'll never make it back.

These are all made-up words he's throwing at you, you fucking idiots. They don't mean anything. Nada. Niente. His form of 'bio-degradable nationalism' is about as realistic and copped on as Val in a dress and wig and Declan wearing more lipstick than ever.

Of course, they're not even doing what they do for the laughs: they actually mean what they say.

Doesn't get much sadder than that.
 
I think the same group runs both Boards and The Journal, so there's likely a lot of Boardsies commenting on articles - only under their real names.
 
Oh dear.

Still, I love how all of the Irish newspapers are behind paywalls. The Indo, the Examiner, the Times, et al. As though anyone's going to pay to read that slop? Fifty tits a year and you can read all the 'Premium' articles about Ireland's rich and famous: Patrick Kielty, Ryan Tubridy, Miriam O'Callaghan, that horsey-faced slag who dated that mutant-looking lawyer with the piggy face and the buck teeth.

Alan Hughes. Now there's an anomaly.

Hughesie and I go back years to Ballyer. Alan was raised by his sister (or might have been an aunt) on the corner of Cremona Road. He hung out with some fairly rough lads who hung out by his garden gate, and for a while I had a nose around to see what they were up to. Turned out it was fuck all. They stood on that corner pretty much every night all year doing nothing but talking shite, so I didn't hang around too long.

All that palaver he puts on is exactly that - a put-on. His knacker accent is half-fake and half-hidden. He hates being a south-sider, that one really seemed to mess with his head. Worse again being a Ballyer head. Obnoxious, creepy, fake, and kind of vaseline/germolene in presence. In fact, Alan Hughes ought to be more renowned than I am, yet he isn't. That applied then just as it applies now. It cracked me up when he and his husband lost all their dosh on that silly 'Sammy Sausages' play they'd suck all their cash into, only for Covid to leave them broke. Pahahahaaaaaaaaa!

Sammy fucking sausages.

Irish people, I swear.. ..some days, eh.
 
Jambo says:

'Mowl Cleary! You don't half talk shite mate.

And the fucking state of the Isle, it's like the Mary Celeste. roc's here stalking me and posting his mindless crap as tldr, and it's just you and the (profoundly) dull kid posting rubbish over there..'

Then Wolfie says:

'The Mowl, the CB's damaged plaything and that other freak have built a board between them where they spend all day every day obsessing about this site. A pair of freakish losers...'

They can't even agree on that much, eh.

If you handed these twats loaded rifles and told them to go do some ethnic cleansing over by Mullaghmore, they'd still shoot each other first.
 
Declan's too embarrassed (and too roundy) by the truth to allow my posts go up after he 'moderated' 93% of the last one. Truth hurts I guess. So here, try this - you rubbernecking loser-twongs: I'll post the full versions here so you can see EXACTLY why roundy Declan is so frightened of Mowl's Ghost:

Poor little Declan - afraid to rattle your only moderator?

You should have left the full post up - you cowardly roundy little cunt.

You're weak, man - WEAK.

And old - and fat, and unfucked since the last cheap whore you scored down Southie on that lad's night out.

Tell us some stories about how the wives of multi-billionaire's choose YOUR little tour guidance so's they could tell you all about how many billions their husbands have? And how you feel 100% at home discussing the stock markets with them: silver, gold, you know the deal - it includes your 'my own coin' daydream.

In reality though - I showed everyone who and what exactly you are, you sad little culchie.

You said once in a post: 'I would have been known around Ballina at that time, I was still studying engineering'.

Quite an innocuous comment right?

Unless of course it's being read by anyone other than you - in which case it's pure fucking comedy.

'Known'?

You?

For what?

Being roundy?

You make me laugh, loser - so keep showing those ten second videos of your van in 'interesting' places.

You know why you use your own name just as much as I do - so remember this: I started out knowing you were a cunt of the highest order. But it wasn't only me who sourced all the facts - there were a few of us after I got your location, job description, and address. Actually, the address came easiest - and it led me to everything about you, your wife, your kids, your house, your vehicles, your sad little Walter Mitty existence trying to foment violent and mindless Irish nationalism from a distance. THAT'S what made me the sickest: that a roundy little pox like YOU were running these shit-shows?

Well, look at you now?

Just look at yourself?

You're well past it, Deco - you can't even trust a fart anymore, can you?

You're the last generation - the one your own grandchildren will HATE you for. They'll assimilate into anything that's going before they'll sign up to your nasty waste of a life. Spoofing, faking, putting on airs and graces? These things might amuse the brainless farts you have festering your site up, but no one with a brain in their head is fooled by you anymore. And you can tank me for that after your children take their fist piss on your gravestone.

Hope it's warm and wet for you.

Roundy little cunt.
 
Deco was claiming the other day that he hasn't done any real work in 20 years....something to do with being a brilliant and savvy stock market investor no doubt.
 
Too busy picking his nose and scratching his arse.

He's a kept man - kept by a wrinkled old Biddy who works all day while he's hanging around in car parks taking photographs of traffic crossings and street signs. She does the work she owns the house (her Ma gave it to her in 1997 when she died - it's all public record in the US by law) so I know when it was built, when it was augmented, when it changed hands, and who the current owner is.

And it ain't roundy Declan the spoofer either: it's 100% in the wife's possession, just as her mother told it should be.

So you know now that the hours Declan keeps are the same hours when herself's at work and he has the house to himself. Eating everything in the fridge, leaving a mess behind him, then out for a few cheeseburgers before she gets home from work to cook a meal for him and the kids. You'd think she'd be wide to him by now but sure if she was stupid enough to marry the fat fuck, then chances are she's not the brightest. Or the prettiest - by a longggggggggggg shot.

His most prolific poster is Clark~~Connolly, and the poster who LIKES CC the most is of course Saul, the father of the forty-three year old son who robs grannies and grandads most nights after his last session down the local. Even Val's laughing at Roundy. Roundy plays host to Wolf - a right septic tank of animal waste with a sense of rage and insanity that not even 'One Flow Over The Cuckoo's Nest' could conjure up. The rest of them? Middlemen for Twitter/Telegram.

I love watching Roundy trying to keep a lid on things - even his most loyal and prolific posters all hate him - they think he's a right cunt.

And they're right.

Any man who'd live off a woman for his entire existence needs putting into the sea - by a giant catapult.

It'd need to be huge though - given the size of the roundy little cunt.
 
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You could kind of sense the tension in the video with Dan and the mother-in-law. It's as if she hated the fucker, but grinded her teeth so as not to upset her daughter or grandchildren.
 
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