Race is real versus race is a social construct.

[David]

You literally follow me from thread to thread posting stupid, abusive memes at me (you have nothing better to do with your time)

You're broken and jaded - I get it. You tend to go through periods like this after taking an enormous slapping around the head by me. You start acting as thought butter wouldn't melt in your shorts. Acting like a victim, punch drunk and frustrated, casting about for anything to grab onto before you go under permanently. Which you clearly are, what with your brown-nosing the deeply intellectual Daemon over on Disgusting.ie.

It's really funny though - you make such a pathetic little worm of yourself, crocodile tears and weeping into your sleeves.

You've started three threads in one day, yesterday - Friday 13th.
Not a single comment on any of them, and still the tongue up Daemon's hoop, licking and slurping like your life depends on it:

Search results

www.discussions.ie

That's your sum total of posts from yesterday - and man are you one skin-crawlingly sad bastard:



Your time, Jimmy - is about as valuable as that of a Kenyan long distance runner standing in line waiting for a hand-out at the dole office. You flitter from site to site like a demented hummingbird saying all the same dull shit to everyone you meet, and acting as though this is all brand new fresh information. It ain't - you're yesterday's news: good for nothing but wiping Irish arse.

So by the time you wake up and get a coffee into you, I'll already be skiing into the evening and a nice dinner and drinks out on some manager/agent's tab.
Winning, JImmy - like I always do.

So weep into your weetabix and play dead: your 'pity me' whining and griping is falling on deaf ears around here - we know your pathetic games all too well.

'Mowl won't leave me alone, David - he keeps laughing at me, pointing his finger and creasing up with the giggles. Pweeze make him stop...pweeeze?'

Tell us all about how valuable your time is, Jambo - we're all up for a laugh - it's Saturday evening, FFS.

Dave Feeney is the saddest bastard in Ireland...playing with sock accounts online while his wife is getting ploughed 24/7.

 

[Mowl]

Dave Feeney is the saddest bastard in Ireland..

Aye: he and Jambo have been in competition for some time to see who's the bigger loser: Feeney or Dawson.

That munter of a wife of his truly is some rabid dog.

Poor auld Jimmy Dawson - he can't seem to catch a break these days.

 

[David]

Aye: he and Jambo have been in competition for some time to see who's the bigger loser: Feeney or Dawson.

That munter of a wife of his truly is some rabid dog.

Poor auld Jimmy Dawson - he can't seem to catch a break these days.

Feeney's wife.....not even for a €1,000 after twenty five pints.

 

[Mowl]

I think I might have a photo of her in some ancient file on my desktop: I've rarely seen a munter so horrid: not even trowled-on make-up makes any difference. I bet her breath stinks of stale cider, rolled-up cigarettes, Feeney's cock, and the spotty kid's hair gel - which appears to be 99% concrete 1% gel.

Spots all over him like chicken pox - he gets that from his Da, Big Dave - the munter's fucker.

You could stick a shotgun in my face and I still wouldn't - not even with Jambo's little willy.

 

[AN4]

And finally...

Now that Tilly's introduction is over, I will be moving on to the dissection (as previously mentioned) from the Andrew Gold show

One last thing, I said that I thought Tilly was reading from her phone in her scatter-gun (I actually thought of that word too before Mowl did, so well done Mowl) debate with Kirk. And who could blame me? That's what it looks like. But you'll notice at one point Charlie says something like - Maybe if you could stop reading from your phone.. And she looks up, somewhat embarrassedly, and replies - I'm not actually reading from my phone

I believe her! #believewahmen, I think that it's more likely a tic, or an aid. So when Tilly is (allegedly) debating someone, she takes on board a few keywords from what they say and then scans the database, AKA her mind, for what her professors taught her to think to say.. So her imagine-reading or scrollng her phone helps in that retrieval process.


Coming up next! The Dissection