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Arsefield's Hall of Shame

I don't know how to feel about Wolf.

For a long time, up to recently, I was getting a real kick out in provoking the fucker. It didn't take much. 1 post from me would result in 4 to 5 shitposts from him. Sometimes I'd act hurt, or outraged, sometimes I'd ignore him....all to see how what pressed his buttons. Really easy to do. Like, crazy easy.

But a couple days ago he posted something about working on a farm in the 1970s. So he appears way older than I thought. Probably well beyond normal retirement age but still having to work as a builder.

It may explain why he's such a bitter, angry, toxic human.

Work?

Wooftie?

Don't be ridiculous: that idiot's on the gay bar site from early morning until late at night, shooting at anything that moves. He doesn't work. I doubt the fucker ever has, such is his online permanency. Nobody putting eighteen hours a day into posting shit on one obscure site is a working person. He's either on the state pension or waiting out his dole-years until the pension starts in.

A loner, narcissist, scumbag right-wing gobdaw repeating the mantra all day and night: 'we're winning, our people in Sligo, in Cork, in Ballyfermot, I'll get onto a few lads I know down in KIlkenny who'll call by for a 'visit' and sort that for you..'

When I was a kid I saw how Action Man affected some of the boy kids in that they're regress to a younger age living their fantasies out in the back garden having Action Man wars with each other. Arsefield's reminds me of those kids, they were dead easy to score one on. I used their 'boy-doll' toys to sell them more 'boy-doll' toys, and they never once clocked how I was doing it. They kept buying anything I had and I made a killing on them.

That's Arsefield's for you: gangs of five year old pissy-pants little snotty fuckers throwing muck at each other and going into the melodramatic death-throes when the other kid gets him on the ear with a flying matchstick.

Best way to feel about Wooftie?

Pity.

That's all.
 
Here, do us all a favour when they let you back onto the gay bar site (we can see you adding facepalms like a little girl who pissed her little panties) and show that fucking dope JPC who works in the civil service what an apostrophe's for, would you?

I want to throw something pointy at the stupid cunt.

Why people (mis)use an apostrophe all the time is one of life's great mysterie's
You'll love this one the Mowl by cobhcretin on Gaychat -

Post in thread 'Almost 200,000 immigrants came here & stayed in just 6 years, says the CSO' https://politics.ie/threads/almost-...ust-6-years-says-the-cso.282329/post-14039773

How does one mangle biases so bad that it comes out bias's 😆

Added comedic value is that he's talking about his edumacation and the eleventeen qualifications he has and that he had just completed a course in [sic] Critical Thinking (something that he's completely devoid of (like all leftists)) in the same post.
 
I haven't been on P.ie since my amazing thread in 2011.

Also: if you think I'm going to follow ANY link you send to me?

Go back to sleep, you fucking idiot.
 
Never one to let us down it's C~C~Cunt~~Connolly -

Another one of your A Team gimps, I take it?

Was he stuck in all night last night too?

You two ought to get together over a nice Indian take-away and a bottle of luke-warm Liebfraumilch.

The perfect Friday evening in with company.
 
And remember, that submoron thinks that the entire cosmos looks like this -

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Why? Because there's a conspiracy to stop people believing in the babby Jesus 🤦‍♂️
 
Who are you talking to, you complete fucking dick?

Jambo - you need help - serious medical help.

You need a surgeon to remove your boredom glands and nodes.

You boring fucking twerp.

Fuck off.
 
The Arsefield's Hall Of Shame:



Wide awake at five in the morning, shit-posting like the drunk he is.

As thick as a bag of.. . ... ...


























.. . .hammers.

Too many words for his pea-sized brain to comprehend.​
 


Probably pisses his pants on regular basis driving around in his twenty-five year old Corolla to visit as many English pubs in Ireland as he can in three days.

Loves his Watney's Red Barrel and a few Boddington's after his dry ham sandwich.

Lives in the car - which a step up from living in a knacker's caravan at the end of runway one out by Dublin airport.

Hates washing himself - stinks of piss and the musk of some aul' wan's gee he was licking last night in the back of his car.
 
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