My my, but yours truly is a paltry life, no? Such a bare existence. Apart from the average of ten to twelve hours a day you put into posting the same post over and over again onto Arseflies with your three other members - your incessant whining from your burst sofa where you lie all day as the wife and kids go to work, and your general discontent with life in general amuses me greatly. I know, as does every one else on these sites, that you're an habitual addict of the aul moan and groan Irish-paddy-whackery, the only language (or life you'll ever know).
I mean, ten/twelve hours per day on Arsefield's coupled with scouring THIS site to see of I mentioned you confirms for us all exactly what sort of useless wanker you really are. Wolf - and it takes great reserve for me not to laugh at your chosen moniker - you're an idiot. One of life's great losers. You're not even content to lose silently and alone. No, instead you do it publicly, for everyone to see (apart from the wife and kids who'd all go spare if they knew how you really spent your time. What was it then? A compo claim for faking a fall on the stairs of the bus? Slipping on spilled yogurt in the local SuperValu? Your back, your hip, your left leg and the pins and needles?
Do you find it easy to justify the unbridled racist filth you come out with online while knowing (as we all do) that in real life you're a greater burden on Ireland than even a half dozen of the tanned lads flying in from
Syria,
Afghanistan,
Iran,
Ukraine, Africa? What would befall you if your wife told you she's had enough of you lazing around while she's out sweating her oxters off stacking shelves in the local Lidl? All night, Monday to Sunday? And that boy of yours? Did he turn out straight after all? We all know why you're so fucking homophobic and fascinated with priests fucking little boys in the arse, right? Are you angry and disappointed that you weren't chosen for a right buggering sans loob yourself?
Tony Walsh will be released within another three to four years. He's where he is now because of people like me, and mine. You're where you are now because you've been left behind. The bus left without you, Woooftie. Take a look around you. What do you see? A happy and contented population like mine? No? Take a look at your capital city, Woofters: proud, are you? How about the clowns in your parliament? Reckon you could do better? No? Ahh..
Sure if Val Martin can do it, then so can any half-spasticated fuck-wit like you too, no?
No?
Aahh..
Anyway, did the photographer at least get your good side, Wooofters?
