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Mowl
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Mowl, I think you're missing something quite crucial here..
Yeah - but I think I've nailed it - stay tuned on the music thread for an imminent announcement.
And yet here you are, biting the worms on my fishing line - like always.
Jimmy - you have no life to speak of, I'm just helping you fill in the empty days between welfare payments.
You really ought to show some gratitude.
Mowl
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Christ, does he have special needs or something?
No wonder Jambo's getting along so well on the kiddie site: Daemon only removed around two dozen of his more ribald comments from over the last few days, then gave him a little slap on the wrist. I bet Jimmy loved it: any touch at all is better than just him and his most recent slab of Netherlands' finest. I guess the poor kid's finally realizing what a stupid thing he did letting Jambo onto his site and into his head. The poor fucker'll need specialist therapy within days, not even weeks.
How old is he anyway?
Twelve?
Seven?
Mowl
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I'm sure Dave and Jambo are skulling the tins of Dutch Gold while chatting on What'sApp most evenings.
Dave's missus (the right-angled jawbone munter) is usually out at work in the evenings, Leeson Street, Merrion Square, the back doors of The Shelbourne.
Sure it pays the rent, eh..
Dave's missus (the right-angled jawbone munter) is usually out at work in the evenings, Leeson Street, Merrion Square, the back doors of The Shelbourne.
Sure it pays the rent, eh..
No, this is what it looks like to get the boot -
Story of the Mowl'slife, yet he hasn't figured out why yet
Why should anyone care about being banned on Dull-Daemon's forum? It's literally the lamest website to ever grace Ireland’s shores, even lamer than Belgrade's GPO - and that's saying a lot. Mowl has unmatched abilities in writing and wit. Without it Isle would just be another run-of-the-mill online forum. Dull-Daemon will never clock that, preferring instead your average bog standard poster who just copies and pastes articles from xyz internet source. If anything Discussions.ie is even worse than Arsefield's for at least Dan doesn't give a fuck 99% of the time.
Dull-Daemon's universe is one in which there is no banter, humour or differences of opinion allowed. Don't be too surprised if you wake up with a ban notice one of these days after trying to click on a thread, or Swords for that matter. Non-MSM viewpoints are a bit too spicy for Dull-Daemon's tastes....he's more of a porridge made with water, no sugar / fruit added kind of guy.
Mowl
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No, this is what it looks like to get the boot -
Story of the Mowl's
Jimmy, you're boasting about being with 'the in crowd' on a site with an IQ of -13.
I'm happy that you're happy for yourself, but you're living a lie, your life is a waste of human skin and a semi-functioning liver.
As long as you remain an alcoholic Dutch Gold addict, you'll never know what life has to offer.
Broaden your horizons, leave the house once in a while: take a walk in the driving rain, feel your heart beat with life.
Or stay as you are: lurking, watching life pass you by, having zero self esteem, experience, or even love - life's finest gift.
I never wasted a day of my time so far: every passing day must have a cache to it, even if it's just another one-night stand. Lots of them added together still don't equate to what love truly is, but it's a nice alternative fix when looking to broaden one's horizons. Last night I met a wonderful lady at the jazz club. By far the hottest thing in the room bar the saxophonist, and all eyes were on her. I flashed her a wink when she was caught staring at me, and soon enough she came over and bought me a drink. We had lots of laughs, I didn't try to woo her, I was just being myself. We had a wonderful night and this morning she left with a kiss and a smile. No obligations, no promises to call, no plans to meet again. Maybe she has a guy already, I don't know and I didn't ask, neither did she ask me anything too personal. It was nice, nice, nice, and today is another day with another event this evening for which I'm already getting into mode for.
The difference tonight is that I'll definitely come home alone: I know all the people attending tonight's dinner and it's a celebration of a friend's recent successes in her new new business plan. She got her grants, she's found her location, and I'm in line for the interior design. So no naughty business, just food, wine, laughter, and music. Maybe we'll hit a club or late bar, but I'll be keeping things ship-shape as tomorrow has yet another event: this time lunch with a potential client who's in town for one night. But still a packed weekend with lots of people to see and things to plan.
If writing about leftism and Mark Collett on a kid's site makes you feel like you're achieving something, great: go with your bad self. e all you can be. A useful idiot re-posting other people's articles, memes, and opinions to childish idiots who really couldn't care less. We're both very happy that you found Swordid again and that he's more than willing to act as a surrogate mother to you. You clearly need the guidance so it's great that you have each other. maybe one day you two might actually meet in person and you both can drop all the Jewish names you like while agreeing about leftists and Telegram members and Tommy Robinson. It's good that you have things like that to fill in the time.
But mark my words: one day, this'll all come crashing down around you. And your shock and surprise that life has actually passed you by might induce a full-on nervous breakdown. But look to your friends when it comes around. If they truly care, they'll be there to catch you. If not, you'll simply fall into one of your own rabbit warrens and get permanently lost to the darkness. You may not be missed in the real world. But the online world you exist in will have a hole in it as big as your ego, and that's the very hole you'll fall into: rather like a suicide, but without the bursting blood vessels and bulging eyes of a noose hanging from the rafters.
We actually do care a lot about your current hopelessness at what your life has turned out to be: you were born within a few miles of where you're currently sitting, and likely, you'll die even closer to that very spot than you seem to realize. That's not a life well lived, Jimmy. That's a complete waste of human opportunity. To excel, to fail, to try, or even to succeed. Who knows? Maybe one day you will find happiness, but rest assured of this: you won't find it anywhere on your current trajectory. You need to break the cycle, remove yourself physically and mentally from the loop. It's an addiction, Jimmy. As powerful as any drug. Those tiny moments of perceived triumph after you've posted a meme that best describes your current outlook? When you fold your arms across your chest and sit back looking at your work on the screen in front of you: ask yourself, what are you so proud of? What's the point or value of what you just did? Does it mean anything at all to anyone anywhere, apart from yourself?
See?
It's a hopeless way of living a life.
But remind yourself: you still have time to turn it all around.
To get a real job and build a career out of it.
Maybe meet a nice girl/boy - depending on your desires.
Start a family, raise a kid and see it all through their eyes while trying not to rue the waste of so many previous days of the grind of online chat boards.
You're a man of age now, Jimmy - you're not a kid any more.
Your time is limited, and it's running out fast.
So for the love of Jaze try to do something worthwhile while you still can.
There's no charge for this advice, by the way: it's all free to you, Buddy.
Perhaps the next generations will consider posting on chat sites all day and all night to be another 'oldest profession' for the likes of Jambo here.
Story of the Mowl's
See? Jimmy thinks that the kid has it going on. That because he said to me: 'respect the other members' no matter what they say to which I replied 'respect must be earned, not granted' and he decided to ban me, is some sort of moral victory for himself, Jimmy D. But look at what Jimmy's doing? He's using exclamation marks at the end of sentences (instead of never using a full stop - which he gave up on two years back) to soften his commentary enough for it go under Daemon's radar. He's chatting cheerfully with Swordid about Jews, but never openly saying he wants them all dead. They're two peas in a pod, Jimmy and Swordid. Two of life's great losers who genuinely think that agreeing with each other about ROC and Jews and leftism is winning.
It baffles me, I'll never really understand minds like theirs, lives like theirs.
But then I have to ask myself if I really want to - and the answer is a resounding NO.
Beautiful.
A perfect description of the little boy.
A little boy who holds Jimmy Dawson's future in his fragile little hands.
But doesn't know it yet.
What a strange world these folk live in, eh.
Daemon likes his forum the way The Field Marshal likes his newspapers - dull, predictable, no-nonsense, straight to the point...with no time for distractions such as sex, drugs and rock n' roll.
Being around Dameon must be about as fun as trying to hold in a painful fart during a job interview.
Being around Dameon must be about as fun as trying to hold in a painful fart during a job interview.
Epic bangers? More like a glorified pub rock band who cashed in on the cringey Brit-pop era from 1994 to 1997.
www.discussions.ie
Noel Gallagher
How is it only now he picks up the songwriter Brit award , given the epic bangers Oasis has had
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Mowl
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Try telling Jimmy Dawson that Oasis are just another cover band rehashing classic Beatles riffs and he'll have an apoplectic fit of rage and piss his little panties.
To Jambo, the Gallaghers are Irish blokes, but to the Irish they're plastic Paddies - and that galls him no end.
Besides, his taste on music is deplorable:
All Saints
Cyndi Lumper
The Bangles
Susanna Hoffs
It's like a little girl's bedroom with her favoutite popstars sellotaped to the walls and ceilings.
Like this wan, this is what Jambo's like at home with his Oasis CDs:
To Jambo, the Gallaghers are Irish blokes, but to the Irish they're plastic Paddies - and that galls him no end.
Besides, his taste on music is deplorable:
All Saints
Cyndi Lumper
The Bangles
Susanna Hoffs
It's like a little girl's bedroom with her favoutite popstars sellotaped to the walls and ceilings.
Like this wan, this is what Jambo's like at home with his Oasis CDs:
Mowl
Member
I bet you ten to one Jimmy Dawson as a Spice Girls CD in a box marked: 'Heavy Metal Classics & More' which is covered in masses of greasy fingerprints.
Mowl
Member
I see Jimmy's just woken up: half past two on a Sunday afternoon - which is fine if you're a busy fucker out and about on a Saturday night, but not if you're a dole head in a bedsit who stayed home with just a slab of Dutch Gold for company.
Talk about unemployable?
He's still trying hard to ingratiate himself with young Daemon over on the kiddie site.
Man, the shame of it all, eh.
Poor Jambo - he can never catch a decent break.
He might as well just go back to bed - and bring the slab with him, crying into his pillow and staring at his photos of Liam Gallagher sellotaped to the ceiling.
Talk about unemployable?
He's still trying hard to ingratiate himself with young Daemon over on the kiddie site.
Man, the shame of it all, eh.
Poor Jambo - he can never catch a decent break.
He might as well just go back to bed - and bring the slab with him, crying into his pillow and staring at his photos of Liam Gallagher sellotaped to the ceiling.
