You're kidding no one, Jambo: you live for these sites - all day, every day, every single fucking word of it.
Good to see my nicknames are catching onTwas fun watching Tiglet skewer you on an hourly basis.
What exactly was it JPC banned you until Valentine's day for?
Apart from being a boring repetitive cunt?
Truly one of the worst attempts at creating a site ever.
There used to be an all-Ireland 'Best Internet Site' type nationwide competition where various types of sites were graded on their membership, quality, numbers of hits, etc, etc. Twenty Major won the main prize a few times in his time online. I once wiped out his whole site and he had to get a monkey-wrench in to repair it and get it back online. I didn't do it deliberately, it was sort of accidental even though I suspected it might throw a spanner into the works.
You're just another a brown-nosing weasel, Jimmy.
An embarrassment to your deceased Ma and Da.
So you're still out of work, is it?
Val's having the time of his life. Every passing thought he has must be documented and shared with the culchie community, who simply love his schtick and can't get enough of it. He's become really good at using his upper lip to hide his gummy-gumdrops after ears without front teeth. Has he had a denture fixed?
He's a farmer - I'm sure there's some sort of EU grant for that sort of thing?
Yeah, he wired a new plug for the AM radio in some dingy pub in Ballinasloe and is still going on about it.
Didn't stop you licking his hoop now, did it?
I wouldn't have that idiot consult on a wooden outhouse.
Besides, he's in his late 60's by now - he's done, stick a fork in his fat ass.
You're not too far behind him either, Jambo: you should really consider where and what you want to be while you still can, if you can at all.
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It's called knowledge, you wouldn't know anything about itUseless information, Jimmy - you're full of it.
You have too much time on your hands, Dawson.
Way too much.
You should consider a career in the church: an altar boy, for example.
You could sit with all the old ladies in for their weekly confession with ribald tales of online jocularity and general spoofing.
They might not care what you're talking about, but they'd be happy enough to be talked at.
Good to see my nicknames are catching on![]()
Or course, you have it ass backwards (what else is new). Tiger is a Dunning-Kruger, deluded dope who didn't realise that I was skewering him
Perhaps the stupidest of them all though is the Aussie man baby, Fishalt. That complete moron, putting himself above me and Tiglet, said that we were arguing about the origin of life, etc. How could anyone be that f*cking stupid
It's called knowledge, you wouldn't know anything about it
lol Woof is literally adult Down syndrome
All of these people are also deeply unpleasant characters. Birds of a feather, eh Mowl
I mean, I literally said, billions and billions and billions of times.. that a religiotard like Tiger can't accept - "We don't know" for an answer.Perhaps the stupidest of them all though is the Aussie man baby, Fishalt. That complete moron, putting himself above me and Tiglet, said that we were arguing about the origin of life, etc. How could anyone be that f*cking stupid![]()
It's called knowledge, you wouldn't know anything about it
I mean, I literally said, billions and billions and billions of times.. that a religiotard like Tiger can't accept - "We don't know" for an answer.
Yet this fucking moron, Fishalt, thinks that I'm actually arguing with Tiglet over the Origin of Life?!...![]()
If someone can't parse the English language, their native one, then they're obviously retardedSo heavily invested in nothing but bullshit.
It's sad to see a man reduced to such an empty shell.
Mowl, I've only been here a day or two and you've already typed tens of thousands of words at me (most of which I haven't read), you must be exhausted but tell me..Tell us: do you ever find yourself daydreaming about being Tigger's lover, Jimmy?
Or getting down in the dirt with Fishalt in a rabid kangaroo pen under the relentlessly hot burning sun?
Smearing each other in suntan lotion, especially down around the crotch area?
Warm beers and a campfire with an oversized wombat skewered and roasting away, Men At Work playing the background?
Or Daemon sending you a PM asking you to come back and offering to give you head if you do?
You seem unnaturally preoccupied with these strange older men (and boys) you traipse around after on the intersnots, no?
I mean in a sexy way, of course.
Do you believe in God?![]()
Do you believe in God?![]()
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