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Mowl
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Two things:
Coal, Gas & Piss changed his name after seeing himself from our point of view - the filthy little cocksucker. He's back to his Tuco guise, the coward.
Val was booted out by his wife, he hasn't been back to the family house in over three months, apparently his eldest son is trying to stronghold the farm. The wife's had enough of his youtube shennanigans and all the bad press she's getting from her bingo pals. That's also the reason Val's not bothering to get his front teeth done: he wouldn't spend fucking Easter, that tight cunt. He bought twenty sheets of paper at Eason's and managed to spend a fiver, then he made a video about it.
No wonder the wife's all in - she's already seeing another man - and he's NOT a farmer either, this guy wears casual style items.
No wellies either.
Lumpy Von Talbot
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Dan looks like a bus driver. Crossed with a cow.
Mowl
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My Dad was a bus driver, a very sharp dresser whom the ladies loved bussing with. He showed up every day in an immaculate uniform, polished peak cap, polished shoes, clean-shaven, and as sharp and witty as they come.
Declan looks like a dole sponger in a Dunne's Stores zippernecked cardigan, shiny suit pants from 1958, patent leather shoes, a cheap shirt and tie, and a van with a few airplane seats bolted in. A roundy little midget with a gay/nasal culchie accent, full of shit, a liar since the day he was born, and a man with absolutely NO FRIENDS at all in this life.
These men are not the same.
My Father's been dead decades, but he's still smarter, more stylish, and infinitely more handsome than Declan fucking Kelly, the filthy knacker.
A cow in heat, who's starving, run down, over weight, and missing a few teats.
Mowl
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Oooh, nasty.
Another stabbing - a lady and some kids this time.
Dublin?
What a fucking hell-hole.
Ireland?
A hopeless case.
Arsefield's?
Useless scumbag central.
Makes me fucking sick, you yobs and loudmouths - all talk and no balls: no wonder you're all licking a Yank plastic's balls - you sad bastards.
Your women and children - and all you can do is post LIKES at each other?
It'll be a gas when your kids turn on ye.
Another stabbing - a lady and some kids this time.
Dublin?
What a fucking hell-hole.
Ireland?
A hopeless case.
Arsefield's?
Useless scumbag central.
Makes me fucking sick, you yobs and loudmouths - all talk and no balls: no wonder you're all licking a Yank plastic's balls - you sad bastards.
Your women and children - and all you can do is post LIKES at each other?
It'll be a gas when your kids turn on ye.
The internet is a wonderful creation, yet just as with any other invention it comes with its downsides. One of the more obvious said downsides of the internet is that it's given village idiots, along with the type of gobshites who used to be ignored down in the local pub a universal platform in which to publish every and any brain fart which enters their tiny minds.
And all of that global warming malarkey the Communist Illuminati Witches are always going on about? Why should anyone listen to thousands of physicists, chemists, biologists, meteorologists and geologists qualified in their fields with PhDs....when #JimmyMurphyTruthSeeker on Twitter stated in a 100 character-length tweet that it's all a load of shite anyway?
And all of that global warming malarkey the Communist Illuminati Witches are always going on about? Why should anyone listen to thousands of physicists, chemists, biologists, meteorologists and geologists qualified in their fields with PhDs....when #JimmyMurphyTruthSeeker on Twitter stated in a 100 character-length tweet that it's all a load of shite anyway?
Mowl
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The nature of the scum on the streets of Dublin last night are still more civil and decent than the yobs online screaming for blood.
The only hero of yesterday's shit-show is that Brazilian delivery man who beat the assailant down with his helmet. By all accounts, everyone else was rubbernecking the scene and tut-tutting at the knife-man. Brazilian dude's a father of two himself and says he acted entirely on instinct: he can't remember half of the details because he was on a mission. I'd give that guy the freedom of the city (which really only means you can walk your pigs in St Stephen's Green) and get the Mayor to do the award in public.
As for the looting bastards, I hope CCTV nails them and they're all given heavy duty work-loads on public service jobs: clean up the filth and burned out vehicles, sweep the streets, repair the broken windows, etc. Still, there'll be gang-loads of well shod immigrants in Dublin today. Why do they always go for sneakers? I don't get it? Tracksuits too?
Fucking knackers.
The only hero of yesterday's shit-show is that Brazilian delivery man who beat the assailant down with his helmet. By all accounts, everyone else was rubbernecking the scene and tut-tutting at the knife-man. Brazilian dude's a father of two himself and says he acted entirely on instinct: he can't remember half of the details because he was on a mission. I'd give that guy the freedom of the city (which really only means you can walk your pigs in St Stephen's Green) and get the Mayor to do the award in public.
As for the looting bastards, I hope CCTV nails them and they're all given heavy duty work-loads on public service jobs: clean up the filth and burned out vehicles, sweep the streets, repair the broken windows, etc. Still, there'll be gang-loads of well shod immigrants in Dublin today. Why do they always go for sneakers? I don't get it? Tracksuits too?
Fucking knackers.
Mowl
Member
Ugh. I remember one night walking through the little lane-way along Harcourt Street after midnight and stumbling across a drunk couple trying to fuck standing up in the rain. Your man was behind her, trying to get in but they were too drunk to get it right. I wanted to bleach my eyes on the spot but then I heard her say to your man:
'C'mon, Tommy. Mon now, lob da inta me - lob ir inta mee...'
I got a bit sick in my mouth.
Never really recovered from it either, mentally and emotionally scarred for life, so I am.
Mowl
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Holy shit, it's minus seven outside. A huge overnight drop as we head into a patch of severely cold weather over the next few days. The heat of the sun beaming in through my windows is awesome, and the skies are a perfect cloudless blue. This weather calls for proper winter-wear and a steady pace on the ice that's covering everything as I write. Thankfully we had the plumbers in who found and eliminated an air blockage that's been fucking with our radiators these last few years.
Turns out the housing authority have to reimburse us all for energy we paid for but didn't receive. They're currently offering three months free of rent, but it'll mean a 13% increase in other domestic fees, and none of us want that. A recent block committee meeting culminated in a vote to hold out for a better offer. Three nights back I was awoken by the heat in my apartment: they air blockage had been repaired but the engineer didn't regulate the power supply to our radiators and they went up so high that every apartment had just under thirty degrees inside at night.
They regulated that pretty sharpish.
Which only gives us more leverage over the housing authorities.
Last year we agreed to a bottom level of twenty-one degrees for each apartment (regardless of size) due to surging energy costs. This year we'll get around twenty-four degrees average, which means I can saunter around in a t-shirt. It's predicted that this one will be a winter to remember with sheer drops of temperature happening frequently. I like it. It takes a hardy soul to face into the Nordic winter with bared teeth.
Is she some sort of 'influencer' for Irish girls?
'Everyone can be a slapper like me - just get yerself a crack habit...'
I'm sure there are more than a few Irish slags who fantasize about exactly that, and then there are even more who actually get down with a brother to piss their kid's fathers off. Too much cheap porn and not enough education. Too many drugs and not enough clothes. Make-up slapped on with a plasterer's trowel. Heels that defy gravity, and skirts that literally chase the hair.
Turns out the housing authority have to reimburse us all for energy we paid for but didn't receive. They're currently offering three months free of rent, but it'll mean a 13% increase in other domestic fees, and none of us want that. A recent block committee meeting culminated in a vote to hold out for a better offer. Three nights back I was awoken by the heat in my apartment: they air blockage had been repaired but the engineer didn't regulate the power supply to our radiators and they went up so high that every apartment had just under thirty degrees inside at night.
They regulated that pretty sharpish.
Which only gives us more leverage over the housing authorities.
Last year we agreed to a bottom level of twenty-one degrees for each apartment (regardless of size) due to surging energy costs. This year we'll get around twenty-four degrees average, which means I can saunter around in a t-shirt. It's predicted that this one will be a winter to remember with sheer drops of temperature happening frequently. I like it. It takes a hardy soul to face into the Nordic winter with bared teeth.
Is she some sort of 'influencer' for Irish girls?
'Everyone can be a slapper like me - just get yerself a crack habit...'
I'm sure there are more than a few Irish slags who fantasize about exactly that, and then there are even more who actually get down with a brother to piss their kid's fathers off. Too much cheap porn and not enough education. Too many drugs and not enough clothes. Make-up slapped on with a plasterer's trowel. Heels that defy gravity, and skirts that literally chase the hair.
Mowl
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I couldn't understand anything the first wan said.
It's like some mad variation on the English language, like gobbledygook.
Like Cork people, in fact.
Cork's going to cease to exist at some point fairly soon if the weather and the Atlantic keep on battering the fuck out of the place.
Hopefully .
It's like some mad variation on the English language, like gobbledygook.
Like Cork people, in fact.
Cork's going to cease to exist at some point fairly soon if the weather and the Atlantic keep on battering the fuck out of the place.
Hopefully .