Mowl
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Nah, see - Declan hasn't the balls to deal with me. He's far happier spoofing you losers into thinking he's all that. He's nothing. A fat man in cheeseburger country. And you're his humble waiter - delivering the dozens of super-sized cheeseburgers with all the frills to keep the fat fuck placated. He's using you like he used your man Jerry/Kangal - then spat him out. As soon as you and that gobshite Wolfie start in on each other, that'll be the pair of ye getting booted. He'll let yo rant and rage at each other for a few weeks, then tell you both to stop it - as though he only clocked what ye were up to - then find another pair of angry clowns (Ireland's full of them) to replace you two with.
His busiest poster's an Australian. Fish-paste or something. From the Great Outback, the endless desert and scrub-lands with the massive rats hopping all over the place spreading rabies and fleas to the unwitting Ozzie sorts. Fish-stick isn't a very convincing story teller, he'd like you believe that Australia is in fact a paradise continent full of contented people rather then a racist hot-pot of hate and snarling racism against the first peoples of Australia, the Aboriginal tribes themselves. Australia is where people who can't make it America or Canada go, the giant island of last resort. Australia's greatest export is Australian people, and they're singularly useless types who hate hard work. Too used to lying around in the sun watching the wallabies fuck. They've no roads at all on most of the continent because they're too busy lounging around each other's back garden poking at the roo-steaks on the barbie.
How about you, Jambo? How are you getting on over on Arsefield's gay bar?
Do they all hate you yet?
Shame the way noting ever works out for you, eh. Must be galling to find yourself in the company of intellects like Clarke~Connolly and Saul Bucket? How about your A Team? Any joy getting new blood into the ranks? Or have you given up on making a gang in the same way you gave up how many usernames has it been now? Fifteen? Twenty-three? Poor auld Jambo: the only consistent thing that's ever had staying power in your life is the name I bestowed on you: Jambo.
I saw recently how angry it makes you that everyone on Arsefield's calls you Jambo and not Jimmy D, or Turd League, or U2 Documentary?
Best thing to do is to learn to live with it - because you'll never rise above it, eh.
Did you see Val's latest videos? The one where he's right about to say 'Dje Myule' is a little bastard? He calls me miaowwl, like a panther.
Like the way he pronounces 'Pewtin' instead of Putin.
His missing front teeth don't help much with the auld diction, especially with that culchie accent and the bang of slurry off the dirty bastard. Every once in while over on Val TV, he gets all het up about 'de miaowwl' up above in Dublin - not even in the country any more' but he can't bring himself to say it. That's because he knows I beat him. I ran him off the blogs by telling the truth about the smelly cunt in the manky jumpers. Just like I told the truth about your current bossman, Declan. Poor fats has to use his real name these days. The two of Ireland's biggest yaps ever - and both brought to their knees by 'de miaowwl above in Dublin' (to the south).
So anyway - plans for the weekend? None? Again? Jaze, must be suicidal having to wade trough the wind and rain to get your Dutch Gold over at Tesco. Then having to fit in with Ireland's thickest online cunts ever. Your antics over the least few days are fucking hilarious. Tell us: have you ever taken a step back and looked at your work record over the last three years? You're STILL unqualified. STILL on the dole. STILL living with your Da. STILL trying to figure out whether you're gay or straight. You STILL hate women and only ever fawn over men. Young men. Like your man Collett. By the look of him, I bet he uses talcum powder and a gentle face-cream each night to keep the crow's feet away and the wrinkles at bay. He looks like a fairly minty chap: cleans his teeth, uses a deodorant, probably uses a unisex perfume too. Just your type, right? I mean, better a minty little boy who washes himself daily than some fat and roundy lump of culchie shite like Declan packing the fudge as tightly as he can for you.
Poor Jambo.
Everywhere he goes people just hate him instantly.
He makes me laugh though, and this post here? This one'll get the sad cunt through the weekend on Arsefield's, screaming and raging at complete fucking dorks and anoraks with even less in their lives then Jambo has in his own. Have a nice weekender, Kid: life passed you by this week just as it did the week before. Your brand of Irish nationalism isn't taking. Nobody cares for the men and boys you follow around all day and night, quoting them, linking to them. Why not just come out with it and confirm your homosexuality?
People won't hate you for it.
They might even give you a break.
But I won't.
Seeya.
