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Couldn't Mrs Feeney just pay for a babysitter for Mandy when she's down at the docks? He really shouldn't be allowed near a computer without adult supervision.
 
Same applies to Declan: he even started a thread asking people where the fuck he is, the forgetful old bollocks.

I bet Marianne's having the (negroid) time of her life while the fat man's away to You-Rope on a cheeseburger mission from Hell.
 
Just be sure not to publish the attached comments from my lady fans from all over, it'll blow your sad little gig.

 
I'm feeney and clean now according to Mandy.

 

Lmfao, pull the other one.
 
Pahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Poor Feeney: not only is his wife as ugly as a wet sack of rashers, he's now pissed off his own main man, Feeney & Kleen.

 
This is getting hilarious.




 
Tyraid?

Pahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssssnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh....!!!

What a fucking dope!
 
Feeney's Punch and Judy sock puppet routine. Ironically enough many Arsefielders are actually falling for it.
 
Poor auld F&C: he can't seem to catch a break these days; he has it worse than Jambo - if that's even possible.

Says he:

'I know you're big into conspiracies but this is a bit ridiculous, no?'

Trying to emulate the Mowl's writing skills is a losing battel for you, Fucky-Face.

'Besides I'm primarily interested in Kildare's foremost neonazi Jew hater from River Park'.

Why - do you fancy him or something?

'Claire's bastard son of an alcoholic bus driver is a funny sideshow'.

Mad the way the son of a drunk bus driver has achieved more in his life in one single week than Fuckie-Face here has in a lifetime?

'The ugliest man in Finland who thinks he resembles George Clooney'.

You mean the journalist?

'There's delusional and then there's that'.

Dis, dat, deez, un doze, like?

You'll never match Cloony's writing skills, you dopey culchie fool. I've tried and failed, so I don't bother trying any more.

Feeney's Punch and Judy sock puppet routine. Ironically enough many Arsefielders are actually falling for it.

They just love having another man's hand up their jaxies, eh.
 
Stop with whining, you silly little bitch: Mandy's given you your orders - get busy shutting the fuck up or get banned, Loser.

Free and Clean?

What are you?

Some form of hooker who pays people to fuck him?

 
I don't understand why Mandy is wasting his time here? Anybody with a brain can see that the free and clean sock puppet is him.

Why would I report myself to groups in Celbridge for supposedly being a nazi for instance?
 
They're just lonely, David: they were neglected by their drunk parents when they were younger so they have this low self-esteem issues they need each other to talk to about. At least Jambo's not in any confusion as to why he never had any female/motherly type love in his youth: the auld dear topped herself when she found him forging a certificate from MENZA stating he had the IQ of a duck afraid to cross the street.

If they're really that bored, they can always contact King's Crisps on the Kylemore Industrial estate and tell them they have yer man who nicked all the crisps and sold them in the school yard. That ought to keep their knickers nice a wet/pissy for the time being.

What a fucking loser, that Free & Clean.

Must have named himself after a pair of Val's y-fronts from the cupboard in the house on the farm slurry bog.
 
Good girl, Mandy - now try to stick to your promise this time, you pimply little zit-boy.

 
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Where did Myles get the idea that I'm related to Christy Moore and a Lily Whites fanatic? I couldn't care less for the GAA or sports in general tbh.
 
Charlie Bird RIP

Of course, it'll be a gas watching the RTE staff over on Montrose campus trying to find the right words to eulogize a man they treated with total contempt due to his not attending a proper or recognized third level establishment like Trinity or UCD. Without a degree to his name, they pushed and shoved him around like a pet rabbit and set him up in some really sad situations.

Sending him over to Boston to hang around outside David Drumm's (Anglo Irish Bank) massive new gaff (bought with the spoils of the banking recession Drumm oversaw and took advantage of) to try to doorstep him was grim watching, even from this safe distance. They set him up to look like a fool, and it worked.

Charlie surmounted their snobbery and kept his head up even though he knew he'd never land a cushy number at the top for all his years of service: those positions are reserved for the king rats. The type Dee Forbes looked after so well until she was caught with her hand in the the till and her knickers around her ankles. Now she's in hiding in some damp hole with a doctor's note clutched to her heart. Living off a fat wage while she's at it.

Charlie?

He'll get the equivalent of a pauper's grave and a dramatically sad eulogy on tonight's Six/One News.

The poor bastard, I'm sure he went up the starry staircase with gritted teeth at never having taken the time to tell them what he really thought of them. He's a simple working class man in a Dublin Four restaurant, washing pots and pans, scrubbing dinner plates, and hoping for a tip from the luvvies. It takes some balls to swallow as much shit as he did, so he has my sympathies. Like the rest of you - he was rightly fucked over - and he knew it.

Just like you lot do too, you sad fucking bastards.
 
I've never understood people who think they're the shit because they attended an Irish university. You could combine every Irish third level institution together into one entity...and it still wouldn't even come close to comparing to somewhere like Oxford or Cambridge.

At least Cambridge produced Newton, Darwin, Turing, Attenborough and Hawking...all Irish third level education produces is useless idiots who go on to jobs in the Civil Service...or in RTE.
 
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