tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-181163782024-03-07T09:03:09.970+00:00blogsbystephenThe mindless rantings of a man driven over the edge in his pursuit of imfamyAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02041500143394709147noreply@blogger.comBlogger129125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18116378.post-75552075069221716762012-10-15T10:10:00.000+01:002012-10-15T10:10:01.259+01:00Bressie Must Me StoppedI am not a tolerant man. I am especially not tolerant of a state organisation that serves up stale shit and calls it pandy. The state organisation that's got on my tits this week is RTE (surprise surprise). You see RTE is an organisation in serious trouble. Faced with satellite channels with enormous budgets RTE has to spunk it's paltry, by comparison, budget on it's very limited talent pool, at the expense of any quality television. To this end when it chances upon someone who can generate a couple of extra ratings they whore that person out as much as they can.<br />
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Older readers will remember with fondness my absolute hatred for those abominations the Seoige's. Well there was a time when RTE literally could not have a television show without Grainne Seoige being on it. She had an afternoon show, she was on the bizarrely named "Ireland's Got Talent" and countless other light "entertainment" shows. Well the times, unlike Grainne's wardrobe, change and people got sick fucking shit of Grainne adding a throat full of phlegm to every Irish word she spoke, Christ I hate her. Well in a rare bit of me getting what I want I recently saw Grainne on The People of The Year Awards (honest to Christ but if you saw it on Fr Ted you split your hole laughing at a never ending collection of losers, both physical and mental) and by fuck is she after packing on the pounds. Her bingo wings are now so well developed that she could attempt a free fall from several miles and be guaranteed of a safe return to earth. As one wag put it, unless Grainne lays off the cakes she'll end up with diabetes, loose an arm and then she'll be a person of the year award recipient next year...fat cunt ( I added the last bit). <br />
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Then after the nation tired of Grainne, RTE tried a big push on Kathryn Thomas. She had the ever popular (with spud munchers the length and breadth of the country) Winning Streak (of piss), she had The Voice of Ireland and then in what really was the cruelest joke Operation Transformation, where she patronised some fat fuckers into a inch of their drastically cut short lives. The show deserves a full post on its own but since nobody watched it a lot of the references just wouldn't be that funny.
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Well all this leads me to RTE's latest pathetic attempt to woo the improtant pre-teen, texting demographic with nobodys favourite cunt, Bressie. Bressie, or Neil Breslan as his parents call him, is a failed rugby player and musician and can currenlty be seen doing the chicken-in-a-basket circuit of Ireland's dingier cabarets...well I said he was a failed musician. This wank stain on the underpants of humanity first came to my attention when, like Grainne, he regularly appeared on Ray Foley's lunchtime show. This is where he got the nickname Bressie Now someone somewehere thinks that this long streak of piss has some form of Yodalike conduit to "young people" and what they like. He doesn't, in fact he knows nothing except what his producer tells him. So back to Neil Breslan, he like so many has-beens and never-gonna-bes before him has washed up on RTE's primtime television schedule. I mean don't get me wrong, the are, I'm sure, far worse than him on RTE, Ryan Tubridy for example, but does he need to be on every fucking show??? First it was The Voice of Ireland, now he's on this show The Gathering 2013, a show from what I can gather is about bringing the diaspora home. Why the fuck would anyone who escaped this miserable shithole want to return? To what, water taxes and unemployment?? Oh no, please take my sunkist life in Australia for a damp shithole n Mullingar, for fucks sake. Anyways, all this is my way of saying that we need to stop/kill Neil Bresslan. I can't take another show starring wrinkly auld cunts favourite "Bressie". And it s all a pathetic attempt to get more young wans watching RTE's shit television shows. I am personally offering a ten euro reward for Bressies bollocks stuffed in Bressies mouth and his carcass burned live on RTE's new reality show Celebrity Burnout.
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uRik-sbLxAI/UHrGB28mAUI/AAAAAAAAAPY/uydQs-p5A_c/s1600/12+-+1" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uRik-sbLxAI/UHrGB28mAUI/AAAAAAAAAPY/uydQs-p5A_c/s1600/12+-+1" /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02041500143394709147noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18116378.post-36339439475704284882010-07-30T10:10:00.006+01:002010-08-02T19:18:25.061+01:00Sex Sat Nav<div>I recently came into possession of a Garmin Nuvi 765T satellite navigation device. This sat nav unit does everything that you can imagine a sat nav can do and more. It has lane assist, 3-d buildings, blue tooth so you can make hands free calls, the ability to store mp3 files so you can play music or audio books, you can even put pictures on it to view while driving if paying attention to the road gets too much for you (if you want a more eloquent review of what this gizmo does then go <a href="http://www.google.com/products/catalog?hl=en&q=garmin+nuvi+765t&um=1&ie=UTF-8&cid=7000507595504782283&ei=55ZSTLv6BcOqlAeKy9HDBA&sa=X&oi=product_catalog_result&ct=result&resnum=3&ved=0CCYQ8wIwAg#">here</a>). You may think that a sat nav unit is not the best present for someone who never goes anywhere but that's neither here nor there. In fact this week alone I have used the unit to navigate my way too and from work....a journey I have made everyday for the last ten years (and it still wanted me to take the main roads all the way!!!!!).</div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinDwGZeG8teGyMUJcQayUHb7AWAD5DbWlDQmOkR0ATs_1QveuRAEi9zUwOli8VCgp54m7XJ9G7WV_IjWfU7g3KQum1ywds-u_eHzvEEXFSxE-2AiounJ8_iizTw-u1cfaF7LbK/s1600/nu765t.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 348px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500878269831789250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinDwGZeG8teGyMUJcQayUHb7AWAD5DbWlDQmOkR0ATs_1QveuRAEi9zUwOli8VCgp54m7XJ9G7WV_IjWfU7g3KQum1ywds-u_eHzvEEXFSxE-2AiounJ8_iizTw-u1cfaF7LbK/s400/nu765t.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Anyways, it was on one of these too-and-from-work journey's that I had my eureka moment. What could make a romantic evening more special than a robotic voice telling you how to make your lover come like a freight train??? Introducing the revolutionary Cubaboy Sex Sat Nav (pat pending). The Cubaboy Sex Sat Nav (pat pending) guides you all the way from initial foreplay (including optional oral sex) all the ways up to full twenty-in-a-room full penetrative fuck orgy, with added anal assist. This device is so easy to use it can be used by twelve year old virgin having there first fuck behind the bike shed. Simply choose a routine from the menu (quick shag, DP, Anal etc) and let a Stephen Hawking like voice guide you and your partner to ecstasy. </div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkez2UAM0GOiEr4bCMnnVCsIZP-xpQHNkhk0Xs_ZRQZcDOpSkp8bwFhWzspK_PF1tC92NzzxQuoAVmAWKIIMHS1TbBv4uARz7w-TWh_ujPrhLndQ3NdkEzcmKUxNuAIbI0LO8W/s1600/sex+sat+nav.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 348px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkez2UAM0GOiEr4bCMnnVCsIZP-xpQHNkhk0Xs_ZRQZcDOpSkp8bwFhWzspK_PF1tC92NzzxQuoAVmAWKIIMHS1TbBv4uARz7w-TWh_ujPrhLndQ3NdkEzcmKUxNuAIbI0LO8W/s400/sex+sat+nav.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500878429004765506" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>"<em>INSERT FINGER.....INTO....ANUS..FOR......30 SECONDS........STIMULATE GONADS IN........2 MINUTES</em>" shrieks the Cubaboy Sex Sat Nav from the bedside locker. "<em>EJACULATE.....EJACULATE</em>". </div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div>The Cubaboy Sex Sat Nav (pat pending) is so user friendly that it can recalculate your route to a good fuck if you veer of course. Spent too much time on rimming??? No worries, the Cubaboy Sex Sat Nav (pat pending) will simply correct your remaining fuckery and get you back on course. The new and improved Cubaboy Sex Sat Nav (pat pending) now comes (heehee) in a variety of "sexy" voices, Stephen Hawkins, Cubaboy, Pat Kenny etc. Order now and get absolutely nothing extra...you greedy fuck.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02041500143394709147noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18116378.post-19831942537553033102010-06-09T10:17:00.004+01:002010-06-09T15:10:25.697+01:00The Recession Isn't All BadWhoever said that every cloud does not have a silver lining is a stupid cunt in my view. While we are all suffering in the current financial climate, (well I'm not, I have a relatively good job, tracker mortgage and didn't pay too much over the odds for my home), I am absolutely delighted to see some members of society are suffering more than others.<br /><br />The first group of people that I take absolute pleasure in seeing dossing around the streets are taxi drivers. In my view taxi drivers are the scum of the earth, just above politicans who are the scum of the sub-earth. They are a bunch of pox ridden, foul smelling know-it-all's who have no discernible talent apart form being the new Dick Turpins of the highways. Who amongst us have not been robbed by one of these Aids ridden cunts. During the "boom" times in this country taxi drivers made so much money during the Christmas period that they could afford to take the entire month of January off and go on holidays. The one thing that they are supposed to be able to do, i.e. drive, they seem completely incapable of doing. Lanes, indicators, courtesy to other drivers are all foreign concepts to these cocksuckers. I hope you all die horribly in grisly car accidents you absolute cunts.<br /><br />The second group to get a lash of the Celtic Recession are those purveyors of human misery, pub owners. Another group who during the boom time became absolute millionaires on the backs of people's greed and stupidity. Everytime a pub goes out of business in this country I have a little toast to myself.....using affordable beer purchased in a supermarket that tastes better than the cheap overpriced swill that passes for beer in Irish pubs.<br /><br />The last group whom I personally would like to take a bottle of petrol to are the good people of Soundstore. If you're not Irish Soundstore is (again) a purveyor or cheap electronics at sky high prices. When I purchased my home a few years ago I had, like everyone else, to fit out the house with all the modern gadgets, i.e a fucking washing machine, toaster, t.v etc. I did my shopping in that kip that passes for a shop and my total bill came to two thousand, two hundred and twenty three euro and fifty cents. I should mention at this point that I had to purchase several tv cables at the same time and it was a cash transaction. When I asked the auld wagon would there be any discount <span style="color:#000000;">for</span> cash she just looked down her old, over made up nose and said "no". They wouldn't even throw in the cables. When I handed over the cash she said I didn't need to bother with the fifty cent. So for spending approximately half an hour with me I gave Soundstore enough money to pay this cunts wages for an entire month. Needless to say, I will never, ever ever spend another cent in that shithole. Everyone I meet I eventaully tell this story to and I encourage people not to spend any money there.<br /><br />You may ask what side of the bed I got out of this morning. Well I write this article because over the course of the morning I have heard ad's for each of these scumbags (who minted it in the good times and forgot about delivering a fair customer service) and who now a on the skids bigtime. I have just one message for you, Rot in hell you fuckbags!!!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02041500143394709147noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18116378.post-89851766432017251712010-06-08T14:47:00.005+01:002010-07-30T14:49:21.419+01:00Time to Exterminate Ugly Bastards?I <a href="http://www.nypost.com/p/news/local/manhattan/too_S00LEBs0JUIl9OhB6xTBVI">read</a> with interest last week (and that alone should give you an indication how fucking boring my life is) that an American bank fired some broad for "being too hot". As you can see from the picture <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">attached</span> to this drivel she's not exactly "hot". "Tepid" might be a more applicable, but she certainly does nothing earn a place in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">auld</span> wank bank.<br /><br />Certainly that lady's work place must be as bereft of hot chicks as mine is if she is considered "too hot". But either way it got me thinking shouldn't we as a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">society</span> be removing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">mingers</span> from our work places?? And why stop there, why not ban ugly cunts from public places altogether?? Who of us hasn't had the experience of going into a work place, usually public sector or bank (delete as appropriate, or not...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ohhh</span> satire!!), and being greeted by an ugly, slovenly heifer of a woman hell bent on making your life as miserable as she looks?<br /><br />I say we need to round up all these pie chasers and give them the choice of extermination or <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">spending</span> their lives indoors in servitude to us better looking folk. We can lure these porky cunts from their ruts Pied-Piper style by means of blasting ice cream van music and wafting chip grease in their direction. Then slip the van into gear and let it roll off a cliff, followed by vast wall of elephant man like ugliness.<br /><br />And here;s another thing, why is it that there is an inverse proportionality in amount of clothing worn on a hot day in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">directly</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">related</span> to a woman's "hotness". Who of us does not have an image of a fat chick with too <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">little</span> clothes on on a mildly warm day. Then you see a really hot chick <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">completely</span> covered bah!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />In order to make up for the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">grunters</span> we will exterminate, or force behind closed doors, we will have an obvious shortfall in labor. I have thought of this and hope to liberate all hot bodied prostitutes and poll dancers to walk amongst us as (almost) <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">equals</span> in legitimate employment.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02041500143394709147noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18116378.post-56514935165096268972010-06-03T10:14:00.006+01:002010-06-03T15:01:23.583+01:00How Do You "Unfriend" Someone??It seems today that everyone is obsessed with Facebook, or Friendpage as the IT Crowd hilariously lampooned it. It's become so mainstream that South Park recently devoted an episode to it. I must admit that I do not have a Facebook profile but recently, like Stan Marsh, find myself being pressured into getting one by friends and various interest groups. I must admit that in the past few weeks my resolve is beginning to weaken and I have become interested in what goes on within the walls of this community that I am (self) exiled from.<br /><br /><br /><br />I understand that on Facebook you request to be someones "friend". Now as you may know I am not a "friendly" person. In fact the sight of other people generally gives me the liquid shits. And the very thought of interacting with other human beings puts me into a Howard Hughesesque state of apoplexy. The inevitable conclusion from accepting someone as a "friend" is that you can "unfriend" them if they, say, sleep with your wife, or shoot your dog, or fail to give you a sheaf of wheat on Farmville (or whatever the fuck people do on a virtual fucking farm)!.<br /><br /><br /><br />This begs the question for me, how do you "unfriend" someone in real life. I was recently at a gathering (and before you ask, yes, it was a gathering of fucking people, not stones) and I made a cardinal error, for me, of acknowledging someones existence. It was a casual "how's it going" said more as a matter of course rather than any actual interest on my behalf as to the persons well being. I'm not sure who was more shocked by the exchange, me or him. We both continued on our way not a hundred per cent sure of what had just taken place. Now I find myself in the horrible situation of having to say "hello" everytime our paths cross. <br /><br />I really did not want this. How the hell do I "unfriend" him. Can I take him aside and gently tell him I've made a horrible mistake and that he should never look in my direction again?? That seems slightly odd because it would be more words than I've ever said to him and in my attempt to "unfriend" him I may end up actually starting a conversation with him and getting on and becoming an actual friend. OR, what if he just looks at me blankly and asks who the fuck I am??<br /><br />Ohh fuck this, why can't there by a button that I can click to just delete him from my list of friends!!! That's it, next time I see him I'm going to walk straight up to him and punch him in the fucking face...cunt!!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02041500143394709147noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18116378.post-24326728385198862242009-10-09T13:08:00.005+01:002009-10-09T14:45:44.584+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhktbjc6LjYEQkp6WXjjrliIdyVWPt7LiBp54ETYMkvELZE23LtlcwSeggkyEbHZBwZRnbGXzSeb5zn6fsO_LmTV8M0YPkpUC5dQZa3Bd9mHwEmOHLDIRhE01zuLycqGujXtI72/s1600-h/bara.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390595271180081842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhktbjc6LjYEQkp6WXjjrliIdyVWPt7LiBp54ETYMkvELZE23LtlcwSeggkyEbHZBwZRnbGXzSeb5zn6fsO_LmTV8M0YPkpUC5dQZa3Bd9mHwEmOHLDIRhE01zuLycqGujXtI72/s400/bara.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Proof if proof was needed today that the entire world is completely fucked up, as (black) President Obama was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize. Yes you read correctly and if you don't <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">believe</span> me look <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2009/oct/09/nobel-peace-prize-barack-obama">here</a>. Heretofore you <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">actually</span> had to achieve something of huge significance to mankind to get a Nobel Peace Prize.....now all you have to be is black.<br /><br /><br /><br />And before you say, "oh here's old <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Klu</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Klux</span> Clan <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Cubaboy</span> on a rant again", think to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">yourself</span> what has he actually done since he was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">inaugurated</span> earlier this year?? Nothing??? Well I can't think of anything either. I can remember what he said he'd do, like closing Guantanamo Bay concentration camp (still open), pull out of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Afghanistan</span> (sending 40,000 more troops soon) and end the was in Iraq (still ongoing and no sign of a withdrawal). He's even kept Bush's education program.<br /><br />I have previously stated what I think of the <a href="http://blogsbystephen.blogspot.com/2009/01/second-coming.html">hoopla</a> surrounding this guy. I'm not saying the guys a dud, just that like all <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">politicians</span> he does very little and collects a large paycheck whilst doing it (this months check will be almost a million quid higher!!).Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02041500143394709147noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18116378.post-33260936737865937392009-02-10T15:00:00.006+00:002009-02-24T20:59:57.350+00:00Middle Toilet Cubicle SyndromeSome thing's been bothering me for quite some time now, and I'm not sure how to approach the issue with you. You see the subject which I am about to talk about is of a delicate nature and involves the most intimate of activities. Loath as I am to mention the subject, today I want to talk about taking a shit. Yes, pinching a loaf, taking a dump, dropping off the Cosby kids, whatever way you want to put it. <br /><br />Now my problem isn't the act itself. I, like most people, enjoy a good shit if accompanied by the appropriate reading material and finished off with a double ply sheet of Kitten soft toilet roll. However, what I do object to is having to divulge my gastronomy in the presence of other folk. No, I don't mean shitting in front of people, that's fucked up beyond belief. What I'm talking about is the modern work place abomination that is the "three trap" toilet cubicle. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGFFwJpurrjpQX8f8lbe3iR9Zq0_v03y-yl3TW07CRX-rSlLqR2pOr0jUF_RVfwyYdNxITQyFDcyxVpP8-jgvxzGHbGpqYYfQ-JpBMcbflrWWh__hmxWouhLbh-NI8tNoviCv5/s1600-h/three+trap.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGFFwJpurrjpQX8f8lbe3iR9Zq0_v03y-yl3TW07CRX-rSlLqR2pOr0jUF_RVfwyYdNxITQyFDcyxVpP8-jgvxzGHbGpqYYfQ-JpBMcbflrWWh__hmxWouhLbh-NI8tNoviCv5/s400/three+trap.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306470268306057586" /></a><br /><br />Separated only by a cheap wood chip panel you now get to take care of your most intimate ablutions only centimetres from another human being doing exactly the same thing, only usually nosier and smellier. You know the saying "you think your shit don't stink"?? Well I can tell you that in comparison to some people that I've had the distinct displeasure of sharing a khazi with that that statement rings true. What you will get, depending on the day of the week or the time of the day, is a multi sensory experience which will baffle and astound you in equal measure. Firstly let's deal with the smell. On a really bad day you can be assailed by the smell before you open the outer door to toilet (the actual room as opposed to the cubicle). You're left to wonder what fucking animal died in the vicinity recently. Then you've got sight. We've all been there, you lift up the seat and staring up at you is what can only be descirbed as a mini tree trunk, lodged in the S bend. I've often wondered how the donator can walk straight after producing such a prodigious crap. Hearing. If you're unfortunate enough someone will install themselves in the neighbouring cubicle and proceed to produce a variety of sounds. You have everything from the big heave, followed by the enormous fart and little or no shit(shart), to the simpering grunt, which produces a stinking flow of shiss (half shit half piss). I'll leave touch and taste because even I'm not that fucked up.<br /><br />But above all these assaults on the senses there's one thing I can't get my head around. In my workplace we have the three-trap cubicle arrangement. Now I will usually go to the one farthest from the main door if I want to take a dump. I won't go to the one nearest the door because this is the most frequently used one and usually has about half a gallon of piss on toilet seat. But I also won't go to the middle one for some unknown reason. The cubicle itself is usually fairly clean. In fact it's probably the least used one. It seems most people don't use it either. For me personally I just don't want to be near anyone in that situation, I reckon that's most people's thinking. And that's fair enough. But what about the fuckers who only go into the middle cubicle?? Who, having seen your third trap door closed and an available first cubicle go into the middle cubicle. Do they have some deep need to be close to someone?? Do they need encouragement or desire recognition of what they've produced?? Well I'll tell what I think...they're fucked in the head. <br /><br />Stay out of the middle cubicle and afford us all some dignity whilst taking a shit!!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02041500143394709147noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18116378.post-47768792378992245202009-02-03T14:53:00.006+00:002009-02-09T19:42:24.211+00:00Cubaboy Triumphant<div align="left">Cubaboy emerged triumphant last Friday night in the battle of internet n'er-do-well's. The bout, which took place at a temporary dwelling site inhabited by colourful inbred folk who trade in carpets and rubbish, was a one sided affair with Cubaboy dominating throughout.<br /><br />"The bastard coated himself in lard and marmite and was constantly licking himself in between desperate lunges at my genitals", said Cubaboy, "he's just so desperate for man cock it's unbelievable. Either way I was wearing a cup so he would never have gotten next nor near my dick or balls. The insatiable desire for cock in his eyes really disturbed me but I turned it to my advantage and walloped the fuck outta him".<br /><br />The fight was all but over inside a few minutes after The Wankster's brittle right wrist disintegrated after a mistimed lunge met with a concealed anvil Cubaboy has secreted behind a nearby caravan.<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300884508086796690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw_lncco_tiNqSewb-aZjM8StxhuMNWR5J0mon5hmba-3HUjHxt34mN6QpR6JQAtb-bd5y7_7i9_EaZFsyusSuy7Pt1IdRZoHfs91cmTzq_gbSQvSJ71iTvjYbR63XQnnEe0zt/s400/2493821157_93c1a7b83b_m.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="left"><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"> A Pikey</span><br /></em><br /><br />Cubaboy will go on to fight King of the Pikey's (WBO version) later this year in Donegal. The Wankster will no doubt continue to moan like a fucking big girls blouse and annoy all and sundry he comes in contact with.</p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02041500143394709147noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18116378.post-64964964719169996592009-02-03T12:47:00.007+00:002009-02-03T19:44:06.942+00:00Cubaboy Set To Fight Internet Ne'r-do-Well<div align="left">The fight of the year was announced today as Cubaboy is set to fight the internet ne'r-do-well that's been posting anonymously on his blog. The fight is set to be held in a field just outside Mallafornia next Friday night and will be under full pikey rules. The contest had run into difficulty earlier this month when both parties could not agree a purse. In the end a nice black Dolce & Gobana (knock off) number was sourced and is thought to be acceptable to both sides. Setanta Sports are also said to be covering the fight on their pay-per-view service.<br /><br />At the press conference today Cubaboy said "Obviously I'm delighted that this fight is finally going ahead, a lot of talk has gone on in the past but now it's time for that to stop and the fists of fury to be unleashed....by me like...not him....he'll just stand there for a while and take one hell of a pasting...before either running away crying or just falling down".<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifopGW9VHE2_g4TbLqXzXR_ZE0kg0DneEmiWrtbxbph7YDVgawFlYdznSdyiC_XBueIopdpyUbUM7cmndXeoyY-MBorcM-aMYfyjjNEPHSfXnwBxjxodzze1CzWYUfRztXu-SO/s1600-h/Man.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298658387652070882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifopGW9VHE2_g4TbLqXzXR_ZE0kg0DneEmiWrtbxbph7YDVgawFlYdznSdyiC_XBueIopdpyUbUM7cmndXeoyY-MBorcM-aMYfyjjNEPHSfXnwBxjxodzze1CzWYUfRztXu-SO/s400/Man.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="left"></a><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"> Me at the MGM in Malafornia at the press conference today</span></em><br /><br />Cubaboy will be giving a huge weight advantage to his opponent and will need all his boxing nous to avoid the massive masterbatorially pumped up right arm his opponent can unleash. Cubaboy said he's not afraid to fight dirty in order to win on Friday night "Well if things get nasty I've ordered my corner to throw some gay porn into the ring, this will obviously distract my opponent who will immediately fall to his knee's and begin to wank, I'll take that opportunity to kick fuck outta him, whilst laughing uproariously and pointing at the sad state of this "man"".<br /><br />Cubaboy is the more <a href="http://blogsbystephen.blogspot.com/2005/11/did-i-ever-tell-you-about-that-time.html">experienced fighter</a> having won dozens of illegal bare knuckle fights against the toughest pikeys Munster has to offer. Cubaboy's anonymous opponent, who fights under the name "The Wankster", doesn't have a fantastic fighting pedigree and was last year embarrassed when he failed to beat a fly off some cow shit he was about to consume. Since then he's fought back however and with a wrist that measures 40 inches in diameter (but brittle as fuck due to constant wanking) this promises to be a very close bout indeed.<br /><br />The Wankster was unavailable for comment today.</p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02041500143394709147noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18116378.post-67801537108494535282009-01-19T14:52:00.003+00:002009-01-19T15:14:50.375+00:00The Second Coming<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicyvLFIPSCs8FUrOe5DOdakwEIgzX4SFBXeuTnVanBCwyavMdQSCoeFrP8f1gavXcgQG0YGHiniYohZUdd9CanfyI_fg2Czsr4-16O_w-duQ9o0Uygaz46xL0aMEakBIhSUTe_/s1600-h/bara.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicyvLFIPSCs8FUrOe5DOdakwEIgzX4SFBXeuTnVanBCwyavMdQSCoeFrP8f1gavXcgQG0YGHiniYohZUdd9CanfyI_fg2Czsr4-16O_w-duQ9o0Uygaz46xL0aMEakBIhSUTe_/s400/bara.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293023434833783778" /></a><br />Have you heard the news??? Jesus is being crowned tomorrow and he's going to stop all war, and the little children will never miss a meal ever ever again, and the global economic crisis will all be settled by next Tuesday...or such is my understanding from the world's media's coverage of Barack "Jesus" Obama's inaugeration tomorow.<br /><br />Now don't get me wrong, I was as happy as anyone when he won the election, and when I say happy I really couldn't give a fuck, I just wasn't more angry. That was until the media and in particlar the Irish media (that being the media I am most familair with) starting deifying the guy. Of course you had the inevitable "Irish-if-ication" of Obama, sure he's as Oirish as a peadophile priest or small minded biggotry. We won't mention the fact that if he wasn't famous and walked down any street in Ireland he'd probably be stared at and possibly be shouted at for being an asylum seeker. But then the media really ramped the hype up saying this guy was going to be the be all and end all, he was going to fix everything. It's culminated with wall to wall media coverage of the inaugeration tomowrrow evening with top investigative RTE journalist Charlie Bird on a junke...sorry reporting on the "story". Not to mention famous Dutch band U2 performing last night. I'm sorry but if you don't pay tax in a country they should take your passport away...hey, that's what happens in America!!<br /><br />I glanced at a piece in the Guardian newspaper last week that compared the presidency's of Obama (who's not actually Presidentyet ), JFK and Lincoln. Now this comparison was done by supposed "historians". I didn't bother to waste my time by reading the piece but I was reminded of something Lincoln once said regarding fooling some of the people some of the time. Well in this case it appears that ALL of the people have been fooled. Here's a newsflash....Barack Obama is just a man, and worse than that he's a politician. Politicans are by definition cheats and liars. They promise the electorate the world in order to get a really well paid job. If people really think that big money didn't buy this guy the election they are in for a really big wake up call. Do people really think that big money isn't going to want a payback?? Remember where you read it first..this time next year the world will in exactly the same position, if not in a worse position, and I wonder will people still be worshipping Jesus Obama or will they be clambering to nail him to a cross.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02041500143394709147noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18116378.post-51558071837348637812008-12-12T12:47:00.005+00:002008-12-12T15:01:29.231+00:00Reasons To Be Angry - Part 2The second in my occasional series of rants on what makes me angry in modern Ireland...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />1. Colm An Jim Jim - Radio Show or Tv Show<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278912532432731202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYJog2YfXrokkKrXuBQIwNwBvSnDIl_uQ9ZLl9fWfAI1bqNtyNoCWJO-PTxXGl6THz82ZeO3LoiXL3H7esmxignsg7AeiOYO012tAcV_Dg_DmFCB7ZToxOsUuB1p4kDirM22Fv/s400/candj.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />If you're one of the few people who have never watched television or listened to radio then don't change the habit of a lifetime now. For you see, these two media are inhabited by two of the most annoying cunts ever to grace the airwaves, Colm and Jim Jim (so fat they name him twice), or Cunt and Fat Fat as I call them. Colm's the one who looks like a paedophile and Jim Jim's the one with enough spare skin under his chins to make a separate human being. These two "jolly japsters" first came to prominence after 2fm's morning radio show was continuously and humiliatingly beaten on the radio listenership figures by the far superior Ian Dempsey breakfast show on Today Fm. RTE's solution, employee two fucking assholes that sometimes (and badly) do funny voices then get Gerry Ryan to big them up, in his sad attempt to be "cool" with the kids. I can't give you a further run down on their radio show because I refuse to listen to it. I would literally jam a stick covered in Jim Jim's shit in my ear before I'd listen to those fanny pads.<br /><br /><br /><br />However, in a move that could only be countenanced in RTE, these pair of muppets have now pitched up on Sunday evening television fronting a game show that only the severely retarded could consider entertainment. And you know what the hook on this show is??? They use skype so an in-studio contestant can compete with a sad lonely fucker at home in the hope of winning shit. Wow, skype, what's next 3.5" floppy disks? come on RTE wow me with the amazing technology of the near past!!!! Anyway this show is so dreadful, the audience so doped up on something and autocue reading that's so bad it's almost funny.<br /><br /><br /><br />Whether it's the tv or the radio these two abortion bucket dodging jizz rags specialize in the kind of "patronise your audience to an inch of their lives" presenting that seems to be RTE's stock and trade at the moment. Hundred and sixty quid a year for this shit???<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />2. The Seoiges<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm_RJjj6P17BxqC8vxET3lUf1VbqEKeQ_yuqhwpuidBRXlzNty0bklYn7YgmWMUyHplXtzUzH0l7IT3KRfYMT3cQ0DmNtmvNJmaP6DwtfZL8MXwu9LHdGRvlVNCqjAEyL1AzZY/s1600-h/seoiges_195427t.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278914550786664770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm_RJjj6P17BxqC8vxET3lUf1VbqEKeQ_yuqhwpuidBRXlzNty0bklYn7YgmWMUyHplXtzUzH0l7IT3KRfYMT3cQ0DmNtmvNJmaP6DwtfZL8MXwu9LHdGRvlVNCqjAEyL1AzZY/s400/seoiges_195427t.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I am soooo sick of these two cornbeefed armed cunts now that I'm actually choking on my own rage just writing this article. They're fucking everywhere you look at the moment promotiong their own afternoon snooze along. For the uninitiated Grainne (the older fatter one) started her broadcasting life as a weather girl on TG4. She then moved to TV3 when they started blowing smoke up her arse before moving to Sky when they launched their doomed-to-failure Sky News Ireland. When that bombed she slunk back to Ireland with her fat tail between her fat legs where RTE decided to give her a hundred thousand euro a year contract for whatever vehicle they put on before the news in the afternoon. Last year the show was co-hosted by hateable brick Joe something or other. However Grainne is such a cunt to work with poor Joe <div>found the dole office more appealing than sharing a sofa with the gaeilgoir.</div><div> </div><div>As for Sile (the younger fatter one) all she's ever been is a weather girl on TG4. Oh yes, and Grainne's sister. You see this is what RTE thinks get's all Irish men's hearts all a flutter, the idea of two sisters together...at once!! Well I've got news for RTE, two fat Irish lesbiens don't really cut it today, maybe in the seveneties but most men's fantasies are a little more sophisticated in 2008.</div><div> </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02041500143394709147noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18116378.post-89791301913826887822008-11-07T14:47:00.007+00:002008-11-07T15:11:21.508+00:00Reasons To Be Angry - Part 1This is the first in my series of reasons to be angry today.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />1. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Barak</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">OfuckingBama</span> and the fucking American election.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2l3Cdhw1AaCDRMK7k1STNMizkiE9dWjSoZUjCX9Tp-sBPAZvi7RzQ5K_hiSytA9uCybllZxxDiP6MXvj1ssoueFX16C4JLLM0p_Cz4yzMBluOHQOMrL9I262Gpw1ORpFVgBhW/s1600-h/bara.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265932491922574466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2l3Cdhw1AaCDRMK7k1STNMizkiE9dWjSoZUjCX9Tp-sBPAZvi7RzQ5K_hiSytA9uCybllZxxDiP6MXvj1ssoueFX16C4JLLM0p_Cz4yzMBluOHQOMrL9I262Gpw1ORpFVgBhW/s400/bara.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />For the the last three fucking years the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">bastarding</span> Irish media have been giving near blanket coverage to first the Democratic and Republican candidate selection process and then to the election itself. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Bollox</span> Joe Duffy one day devoted an entire show to "Is Barack Obama The Most Beautiful Man In The World?". People were staying up all night watching the results come in. Ask the same people who their local <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">TD's</span> are and they'll <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">scratch</span> their dumb fuck heads and stare at you <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">blankly</span> for a few moments before going on to discuss America Next Top Model.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />2. The X-Factor<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirlLA3n_JXRXjxiPjNsVAFXpSiZNj6OTjx2ATzDjY6it6DNhhnfePXky4KoIHRviHS2X7RxUPSVuSdwadhqENaB44YCOKCg-fMjzJpx7WLnaVJvva-58VO-MSn_aFMadT4bIbT/s1600-h/x%20factor.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265932634067826530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirlLA3n_JXRXjxiPjNsVAFXpSiZNj6OTjx2ATzDjY6it6DNhhnfePXky4KoIHRviHS2X7RxUPSVuSdwadhqENaB44YCOKCg-fMjzJpx7WLnaVJvva-58VO-MSn_aFMadT4bIbT/s400/x%2520factor.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I'm not sure if your <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">familiar</span> with this rubbish called the X-Factor. Well it's a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">faux</span> talent show in which Simon C<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">owel</span> and assorted flunkies piggy back on semi talented youngsters with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">stars</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">in their</span> eyes in order to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">inflate</span> their own egos and hawk <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">a couple</span> of more <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">cd's</span> so that they can keep <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">themselves</span> in the plush lifestyle that they've become <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">accustomed</span> to. Well that's <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">neither</span> her<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">e nor</span> there as it's very much a matter of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">opinion</span>. But here's the crunch, the "top 12", i.e. 11 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">loosers</span> and someone who does not loose have <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">released</span> a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">charridee</span> single. All well and good, I'm not a big charity man myself but there you go. And do you know where the money is going to??? British War Heroes!!! What the fuck is a British War Hero?? Well if you live in Belfast or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Bagdad</span> it's what we call a terrorist. Now fuck the English and their <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">cunting</span> war criminals, but this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">single</span> will be on sale in Ireland no doubt, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">cunts'll</span> go out and buy it thus supporting the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">cunting</span> British army. And if you challenge them they'll look at you blankly and after a few minutes rattle on about how good looking <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">Barak</span> Obama is!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />3. John Fucking <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">Gormley</span> and the Fucking Green Party.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJrUaYubGD6O6Yhx-XzxZHeHyDTU1belrIMtRzp0Bf6y2Wflfe43vsPNJGa6fW1hL4d-UuQLwXNMCpkPgs_lIjNfeVK-uMo6UowOXujLrTcw7OMrwYEpg77TCJOEHVtq8usHzl/s1600-h/john.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265932743468942178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 395px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJrUaYubGD6O6Yhx-XzxZHeHyDTU1belrIMtRzp0Bf6y2Wflfe43vsPNJGa6fW1hL4d-UuQLwXNMCpkPgs_lIjNfeVK-uMo6UowOXujLrTcw7OMrwYEpg77TCJOEHVtq8usHzl/s400/john.png" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I used to be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">relatively</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">eco</span> friendly. That is until those dirty pinko fucks the greens got <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">into</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">power</span> and started shoving there green ideas down my throat. And you know what?? It's all a scam to raise stealth taxes. They don't give a fuck about the environment, they just want your money. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">Next</span> time you hear of an initiative from the greens ask yourself how much will this cost, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">cause</span> cost it will. I'm starting my own Power of One campaign. I'm go to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">flytip</span> one bag of rubbish every day, turn up my thermostat by one degree, run over one green party minister (if I get the chance).Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02041500143394709147noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18116378.post-70324336441901309892008-09-19T13:29:00.005+01:002008-09-19T13:52:30.361+01:00What Will You Be doing This Weekend??<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ahh</span>....so it's Friday midday and feeding time at the communal trough at my mill and quickly enough the conversations of glassed-eyed bovine workmates turns to "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">what'cha</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">doin</span>' for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">de</span> weekend?". Oh what high brow question in between <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">mouthfuls</span> of Monster Munch and coke. A question to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">grapple</span> with whilst <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">simultaneously</span> spraying the table with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">partially</span> chewed deep fat fried chicken. No talk of man's enduring struggle with "why are we really here?", no at this swill trough there's only talk of drunkenness, planned whoring and possible drug abuse.<br /><br /><br /><br />So you fucking factory fodder, let me tell you what I won't be doing this weekend.<br /><br /><br /><br />1. I won't be watching the <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/sport/2008/sep/19/rydercup.golf6">Ryder Cup</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrPeeoKNc80p-rSpw1KS5nc6ItA1Nwxx3bmenlBkKq63DGtiMWFQ2n2WhotO_Bd3CroWySX27zKi-Q-CLcsYFoBRS_KR0VEg5CWPHgNiOLNqG3Zmwkl5VvSFsi4oGHTBr0Igcq/s1600-h/wags2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247710354478009650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrPeeoKNc80p-rSpw1KS5nc6ItA1Nwxx3bmenlBkKq63DGtiMWFQ2n2WhotO_Bd3CroWySX27zKi-Q-CLcsYFoBRS_KR0VEg5CWPHgNiOLNqG3Zmwkl5VvSFsi4oGHTBr0Igcq/s400/wags2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I hate both American and Europe and would like a situation where a.n. other continent could get it together to whip both of them. In fact the only good things about the Ryder Cup are the surgically enhanced wives. I find it fun to estimate how much money has been spent to make <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">them</span> all look exactly the same.</p><br /><p></p><br /><p>2. The <a href="http://www.footballchampionship.gaa.ie/">All Ireland Football Final</a></p><br /><p></p><br /><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNFp-wfd8ZoDjFQaNbaHoRNRenBK4mdQwtnp2z9k0wc7NKKYh6C3BCrY9tigmMrwWzHi1fD6FqrTMz_AWYeka_6k7FwFJrT31u34xIJ0ASQ55B1cLuTseZzmrWnrg2HimP2p8G/s1600-h/all+ire.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247711385080726818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNFp-wfd8ZoDjFQaNbaHoRNRenBK4mdQwtnp2z9k0wc7NKKYh6C3BCrY9tigmMrwWzHi1fD6FqrTMz_AWYeka_6k7FwFJrT31u34xIJ0ASQ55B1cLuTseZzmrWnrg2HimP2p8G/s400/all+ire.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Football is a game played by bullocks with little skill and even less <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">finesse</span>, where a shoulder to the face is considered a "great tackle" and where a score of eight points to five is considered a high scoring match.</p><p></p><p>3. <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/sport/blog/2008/sep/17/manchesterunited.championsleague">Chelsea v Man United</a><br /></p><p>Watch a bunch of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">over payed</span>, soft as piss, pretty boys ponce about the field for a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">boring</span> one all draw...no thanks.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>So what will I be doing this weekend?? I'll be sanding and varnishing my front door. Because that's all I've been listening to for the last three months!!! "When are you varnishing the front door?", "Are you varnishing the front door this weekend??" and so on and so forth. So forget a weekend on the lash with my bovine work <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">colleagues</span>, it's a weekend of unpaid drudgery for me.</p><p><br /><br /></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02041500143394709147noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18116378.post-67499708520962820602008-09-10T10:02:00.008+01:002008-09-10T15:11:53.498+01:00Scientists Proven To Be Full Of Shit....AgainAs long time readers of this website will know I can't <a href="http://blogsbystephen.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-cant-wait-for-shit-to-hit-fan.html">wait for mankind to be wiped out</a>, or at least a huge majority of mankind. Films like Armageddon and Deep Impact really float my boat. I don't even want to tell you what happens when I watch Dawn Of The Dead or 28 Days Later. The very thought of society as we know it being obliterated is my idea of heaven.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgFUVmTau0JnNh3mLYCgQ1y77N0Awei4cKeq6yGJM1rEGrIYEE5fCRz9dY1efUYEKWOV1SlRVvSBxBllpwvw4TEshSQGRC4UZFJa2Mo0HfjrkeJLYA9sksVVfaUSirzgNUcSQy/s1600-h/lhc_cern.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244394353891409202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgFUVmTau0JnNh3mLYCgQ1y77N0Awei4cKeq6yGJM1rEGrIYEE5fCRz9dY1efUYEKWOV1SlRVvSBxBllpwvw4TEshSQGRC4UZFJa2Mo0HfjrkeJLYA9sksVVfaUSirzgNUcSQy/s400/lhc_cern.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />So you can imagine how excited I was over the last few days when I got wind of an experiment that some scientists were doing in <a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-1053091/Meet-Evans-Atom-end-world-Wednesday.html">Switzerland</a> which was guaranteed to create a black hole and fuck us all up......apocalypse style !!! Well surprise surprise like all things in my life it's turned to shit. The whole experiment took place earlier today and fuck all has happened. Not a sausage.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiLUQoyAQy3opvW3-cdAsck0AHn-s-u9kLzleLJ8T8QGG22SXxt6ZI99GKQJ9FYxmCqM4-5tS75BIm0DF1Guq2zhYcH9ZIiz3y2PYcxvYl72t28xuVhMlP-RQ2OW0I29FWao9_/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244394510941189570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiLUQoyAQy3opvW3-cdAsck0AHn-s-u9kLzleLJ8T8QGG22SXxt6ZI99GKQJ9FYxmCqM4-5tS75BIm0DF1Guq2zhYcH9ZIiz3y2PYcxvYl72t28xuVhMlP-RQ2OW0I29FWao9_/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I decided to rise early this morning, not go into work and watch the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">apocalypse</span> from the comfort of my sun deck. Two hours later I was still sitting there, slightly damp and a just a little pissed off that I, and everyone else, was still alive. So I've had it with scientists, there all full of shit. I was sold a lie when I was young that religion held the explanation for everything. As I grew up and watched the X files I became indoctrinated into believing that science was the new religion and that it held all the answers. I can now for once and for all declare that scientist don't have a clue. Like a drowning man in the river Nile they're grasping at straws. Don't believe a fucking word that a scientist tells you.<br /><br /><br /><br />Now where's my tin foil hat.......Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02041500143394709147noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18116378.post-69586598582623614842008-09-08T13:03:00.005+01:002008-09-08T15:03:23.464+01:00Cubaboy Withdraws Affleck Murder ThreatAfter watching the steaming pile of monkey shit that was "Daredevil" I swore an oath, signed in my own shit, that if I ever met Ben <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Affleck</span> in person that I would kick the living fuck out of him. Since that faithful night I've lulled myself to sleep dreaming of ever more exquisite ways in which I could inflict pain on this squared jawed arsehole.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKE9mPeFRXSx0pyEJxBmtawPD0IbsL7V9zDnYf2xmDCUqQCEBdEbeMEWP1y0eA-gO9TQw8ClIyFMOcp59bMXzuf8eRe769P96hvRsyC_7nPH9SCFkzKFEBniZB0Hft-Td_safu/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243649955968284194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKE9mPeFRXSx0pyEJxBmtawPD0IbsL7V9zDnYf2xmDCUqQCEBdEbeMEWP1y0eA-gO9TQw8ClIyFMOcp59bMXzuf8eRe769P96hvRsyC_7nPH9SCFkzKFEBniZB0Hft-Td_safu/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />So it was with trepidation that I rented "Gone Baby Gone" the other night. The film is directed by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Affleck</span> and stars his younger brother Casey. And in all honesty I have to say it's one of the best video rentals (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">dvd</span> ain't made it's way to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Malafornia</span> yet!) I've seen in a long lonely time. The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">premise</span> of the story evolves around the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">disappearance</span> of a young girl from a negligent mother (one of the script writers is Madeline <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">McCann's</span> father) and is set in the seedy neighbourhoods of Boston.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoW_r8ugNxmAA4qeLyQ9gM9bLofhDxTyTgZbph4iG7rqrFvbGB2b-jq4CX6epOd_rINP3t1ZSbO-7B4cDYY0H9KScnj40Qh3aQFqxbkiw_zORJI1DPnGmb4nEQUYpTtVWAp_HW/s1600-h/gone-baby-gone.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243650117443000674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoW_r8ugNxmAA4qeLyQ9gM9bLofhDxTyTgZbph4iG7rqrFvbGB2b-jq4CX6epOd_rINP3t1ZSbO-7B4cDYY0H9KScnj40Qh3aQFqxbkiw_zORJI1DPnGmb4nEQUYpTtVWAp_HW/s400/gone-baby-gone.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The film is gritty, well written and fast paced and most surprisingly off all leaves you with a moral question which doesn't <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">involve</span> a red hot poker and Ben <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Affleck's</span> hole. With solid performances from Ed Harris and Morgan Freeman this is one of the best films of the year. And in Casey <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Affleck</span> the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Affleck</span> parents can be assured that they have at least one son who can act. If I gave out celestially based scoring systems I might be tempted to give this film seven stars out of ten. Most sites tend to go for the more traditionally based five star scoring system but only shit galaxies are made up of less than eight stars, are you listening <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Cassiopeia</span>????<br /><br />Anyway the upshot of this whole thing is that I have withdrawn my murder-murder pact with Ben <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Affleck</span>. If I happen to meet him now I'll just flip him the v and and call him a wanker. I also learned that you need <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Cilit</span> Bang to remove four year old shit <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">stains</span> from your bedroom wall.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02041500143394709147noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18116378.post-57895820060049559452008-08-12T15:00:00.007+01:002008-08-13T07:55:58.154+01:00Don't Trust The ChineseSeems those cheating bastard Chinese are at it again. Yesterday they were busying coming clean about faking the Beijing 2008 Olympic opening ceremony light display, now it seems that that little girl that sang that cute little song about crushing China's enemies and raping their lands wasn't so cute after all. Or at least the <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/sport/2008/aug/12/olympics2008.china1">REAL</a> girl who sang the song wasn't. For you see the girl that actually sang the song was, well, a bit of a minger, so they swapped her with a better looking little girl.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><br /></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW0aojk_evTrDjZm7DV9eegzFUNdGBWeborojnbTCbWm7A_kGPnUz62i4dM1hoqhC9BZMdKPXwE6Uv0UZxYDru9cChdI6QzlQQL7_BpfDJHUugRGLRKzmATSDDN7wNMv1FOTUW/s1600-h/ct460x276.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233632668396049922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW0aojk_evTrDjZm7DV9eegzFUNdGBWeborojnbTCbWm7A_kGPnUz62i4dM1hoqhC9BZMdKPXwE6Uv0UZxYDru9cChdI6QzlQQL7_BpfDJHUugRGLRKzmATSDDN7wNMv1FOTUW/s400/ct460x276.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><span style="font-size:85%;">You can see why they made her hide behind the screen can't you??</span></em> </p><br /><br /><p><br /></p><br /><br />Now I've no problem with that, in fact I have constructed a list of ugly bastards, that if we all lived in China, would not see the light of television. Gerry "lard jowls" Ryan, Ryan "patronising wanker" Tubridy, Joe "barrel scraper" Duffy, Pat "sawdust" Kenny, Bibi "face like a landfill" Baskin, etc.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />What I just can't figure out is why we allow ugly people to live in the first place. I reckon that by the age of five you should be able to tell if someone is going to be good looking in later life or not and thus make a decision as to whether a person should be allowed to live or not. Think about it, if we got ride of all the fat, ugly bastards then the world would be inhabited by Brad Pitts' and Angelinas, morbid obesity could be eradicated and farts would decrease dramatically. I also can't believe that the Chinese haven't thought of this before, after all they are adept at killing children.<br /><br /><br /><br />In other Olympic news I claimed another Gold medal last night (your time). This time in weight lifting. Now I'm not going to make any puerile jokes about being no good at the "clean and jerk" or liking a good clean "snatch", I will however let the following picture speak for itself.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7mUx2toMEcAlQucnkx6iupZ-gwm0x2x-m8BBPESWroe3_e0yNgvoiWeqxlBlGbtdqI0nbpsuEPi-nZPaw0bXOwge8cSM2zQ_igLoVMObyxwARWc2DljPcIOlznaKAp2uPrFwK/s1600-h/weight+lifting+gold.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233891055672910770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7mUx2toMEcAlQucnkx6iupZ-gwm0x2x-m8BBPESWroe3_e0yNgvoiWeqxlBlGbtdqI0nbpsuEPi-nZPaw0bXOwge8cSM2zQ_igLoVMObyxwARWc2DljPcIOlznaKAp2uPrFwK/s400/weight+lifting+gold.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />NB - If you ever take part in a weight lifting contest DO NOT have a curry an hour before hand. As I went to lift my winning wieght a shot of pure liquid shite shot out of me, through my leotard and pooled offensively on the ground behind me. It took several men in haz-chem suits to clean it up.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02041500143394709147noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18116378.post-31351408354350939562008-08-12T07:43:00.003+01:002008-08-12T07:54:41.306+01:00Olympic Opening Ceremony Faked<a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/sport/othersports/olympics/2534499/Beijing-Olympic-2008-opening-ceremony-giant-firework-footprints-faked.html"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233518381872585554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7z21P5TejRiLxX2gu95yP9dInKvWJekbfk3aOeik3wvPvjv5dD-f-2xDl0Pf44e4-Xb8lsSnNkedZKDsrXG7_1KdL0PBDMC4PhohldD0jHAgyFsLDNXbtbU0XVkgSh_lEKROT/s400/olympics-opening-fo_788699c.jpg" border="0" /> News</a> yesterday that apparently some of the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games was faked. "Viewers watching at home and on giant screens inside the Bird's Nest National Stadium watched as a series of giant footprints outlined in fireworks processed gloriously above the city from Tiananmen Square." Unfortunately those devious Chinese had generated the images on a computer, possibly using photoshop, and even put in a camera wobble to make the whole thing seem more realistic. I for one will never trust the Chinese again, lying bastards. I mean honestly why would anyone fake something like this?? Are their lives that empty that they have to stoop to such antics?? I mean what the bloody hell is going on in their heads???<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Anyway, in unrelated Olympic news I won my first Olympic Gold Medal (of these Olympics) last night (your time) in the pool. In a very tight race I really kicked hard in the closing fifty metres and won handily in a new Olympic and World record. I was fairly happy but this is just one of many medals I hope to win. I aim to become the first athlete to compete, and win, in many disciplines from swimming to track and field. Keep watching this space for further updates.<br /><br /><br /><br />I've attached a picture of me after I won.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNW7_SCKpvA8V97BeplqpVDd31hpTj-cVOpcswO1m0wWsQoE0l4YG9R3PZ4ZbyHI-5Zt6FKXQfwtja4Gbhm7WaAlMXHyZggc7HH9vwSV69LFSXe0fOWoKRR-fStZaSub4SoOrM/s1600-h/swim+gold.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233520513711326722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNW7_SCKpvA8V97BeplqpVDd31hpTj-cVOpcswO1m0wWsQoE0l4YG9R3PZ4ZbyHI-5Zt6FKXQfwtja4Gbhm7WaAlMXHyZggc7HH9vwSV69LFSXe0fOWoKRR-fStZaSub4SoOrM/s400/swim+gold.jpg" border="0" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02041500143394709147noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18116378.post-30152965952431995992008-08-11T10:14:00.004+01:002008-08-11T12:53:16.906+01:00Apocalypto 2??Regular readers to this site will know that if you want exclusive movie news then you don't come here. In fact the latest movie reviewed on this site was the latest Keystone Kops film. However, what I am now about to announce is so exclusive, so earth shattering, so bloody enormous that I can hardly believe it myself.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />For you see on a recent trip from Atlanta to Cancun I was sitting next to a man who I will only call "K", I withhold his name in case he would get in trouble, but believe that what I am to relate is 100% fact. "K" was talking on the phone, loudly enough for me to overhear, about how he was travelling to Mexico to "hook up with the old crew" in preparation for Apocalypto 2. He even said that "Mel would be down next week".<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF5wVfs7MWsFRzpkYjTYUOcKSjabOgeN6PgrhsroPVUqKUehdgfQV7PfkaF9QyISo_Hi3f3IBzb212eRSNVMF1Cr4j5Dj10ySDdLK4BbVfW8zEbEg1nLEU-2RuHFf3XeWh5qT2/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233226059983666930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF5wVfs7MWsFRzpkYjTYUOcKSjabOgeN6PgrhsroPVUqKUehdgfQV7PfkaF9QyISo_Hi3f3IBzb212eRSNVMF1Cr4j5Dj10ySDdLK4BbVfW8zEbEg1nLEU-2RuHFf3XeWh5qT2/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />If this is true and not the ramblings of some arse on a plane then I am very excited. Apocalypto was one of the last good films I seen with the right mixture or historical inaccuracy, violence and a damn good story well told. "K" was sporting a rather impressive blackberry on which he was talking to his secretary getting her to organise "his usual seats" for the next LA Galaxy game and to "put his friends up in the Four Seasons in Beverly Hills". I've done some inexhaustive research on the Internet and can find no mention of Apocalypto 2, but if it does come off then just remember where you heard it first!!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02041500143394709147noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18116378.post-37839474475966727312008-07-31T14:44:00.004+01:002008-07-31T15:08:36.411+01:00Gillette Quattro And The Great Razor Blade ScandalI dunno about you, but I was one of those stupid kids you see on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">tv</span> who, at the age of five, are discovered by their mothers in the bathroom, blood dripping from their faces and a blunt B<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ic</span> plastic <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">razor</span> in hand. Fast <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">forward</span> twenty five years and this very imagined memory floated into my head as I ripped open a state of the art (if a razor counts as art today) Gillette <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Quattro</span> razor blade this morning. Due to a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">luggage</span> error on the side of Delta Airlines (please stay tuned for the first in my series of blogs <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">entitled</span> "Delta Are A Stupid Bunch Of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Incompetent</span> Cunts") I had to forsake my normal Gillette Mach 3 razor for this new space age razor that promised a closer shave than ever before.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg50Y4HLVp0Cvwc1EZfaXHh7VybNfrh_064Zqk28RBwl0DGG_pGIZ0wiQPQjA1nZ5db_GWci-FWJ0you9ZqSCix7aZeIYmjLGeJRJ-E0HRFPRhQhWYCw8ubfuEVHGWuM5VafEwl/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229178705074068978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg50Y4HLVp0Cvwc1EZfaXHh7VybNfrh_064Zqk28RBwl0DGG_pGIZ0wiQPQjA1nZ5db_GWci-FWJ0you9ZqSCix7aZeIYmjLGeJRJ-E0HRFPRhQhWYCw8ubfuEVHGWuM5VafEwl/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Mach 3<br /></span></em><br /></p><br /><br /><br /><br />Now I am sceptical about this whole Mach 3 bullshit. I'd almost go as far as to take my old friend Jim <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Corr's</span> line that it's a conspiracy. If you don't know what I'm on about here's the summary....Mach 3 has 3 blades, in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">theory</span> for a closer shave. We'll in my experience it's just three blades of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">varying</span> degrees of bluntness that feel like a b<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">riar</span> being dragged <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">across</span> your puss every morning. So I wasn't exactly overawed by the blurb on the front of the Gillette <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Quattro</span> this morning. And I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">wasn't</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">disappointed</span>. You see what the great idiot public fail to realise is that you can have a hundred blades all neatly stacked on top of one another but that's just a hundred little spaces for your stubble to lodge and render the blade ineffective for subsequent shaves. I spent ten <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">minutes</span> banging the bloody thing off the wash handbasin this morning in order to get it clean. Talk about a pain in the hole!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZrtsJomzelHA_1elrk3Hrlmou_eZtsPwmEtJl_HzH6LZJQMYm-FAOlK5qMp9wayAreCu1T993BLsX-BgmKNOlYgZx2U3x3inqO-OB3EnVQRec3ZppRHiGCGhk2GVnZMIh_Fa8/s1600-h/quat.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229178852339979394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZrtsJomzelHA_1elrk3Hrlmou_eZtsPwmEtJl_HzH6LZJQMYm-FAOlK5qMp9wayAreCu1T993BLsX-BgmKNOlYgZx2U3x3inqO-OB3EnVQRec3ZppRHiGCGhk2GVnZMIh_Fa8/s400/quat.gif" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Quattro</span></span></em><br /></p><br /><br />So at the age of thirty I am now left with a shaving-cut face, a decision about going <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">hirsute</span> a la Gill <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Grisom</span> or using a cut throat razor and the memory of when I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">didn't</span> have to fucking shave!!!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02041500143394709147noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18116378.post-29593672232199251622008-07-07T12:52:00.005+01:002008-07-07T15:08:04.770+01:00Maria Bello In "Clothes On" ShockerI had the extreme misfortune over the weekend to watch a film called <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0866437/">The Jane Austen Book Clu</a>b. Now don't ask me how I got myself into a situation where I had to watch this junk, or why I didn't simply put my own eyes out in order not to have to watch it, or why I simply didn't leave the room. The fact is I watched it. And never since The Devine Sisterhood of the Travelling Ya Ya Pants has there been such a sloppy pile of auld girlie shite. Anyways that's neither here nor there and I you probably could have guessed that the film wouldn't get a favourable review from me....or any other heterosexual fella around. I did however notice something quite amazing about this film.....Maria Bello was in it.....and she didn't take her clothes off.<br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYguWxnjOrAfFMFsQv5oQyfD_b9tOK9IiRKBnjEHKApvn7vUDfH3FsyraeQwvXr8vcI_rMXSDpxi9vARF7ZmhmqyeWv0AUF0mRF1uL84HcuIIlnaHlzrjzZukf9uXudiA7o-VR/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220272394997180434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYguWxnjOrAfFMFsQv5oQyfD_b9tOK9IiRKBnjEHKApvn7vUDfH3FsyraeQwvXr8vcI_rMXSDpxi9vARF7ZmhmqyeWv0AUF0mRF1uL84HcuIIlnaHlzrjzZukf9uXudiA7o-VR/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p><br /></p><br /><br /><br /><br />I was absolutely shocked. This is the second film I've seen in recent weeks with Maria Bello in it that she didn't take her clothes off in. For an "actress" who is basically one (short) step above a porn actress, she's taken her clothes off that much in films, there's a disturbing trend emerging. If she's not careful she may have to act in order to get further work. Now don't get me wrong, I can appreciate a nude woman as much as the next fellow, but I've seen Maria Bello naked more ofter than I've seen myself naked!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />For a change of pace I decided to do some research into one of my post's and looked up her biog on IMDb. I've seen her in quite a few films, not on purpose I might add, and out of the ones I've seen she's aired her wears in most of them. Here's a list:<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0411323/">Downloading Nancy</a> - Self mutilating sex scenes - nice<br /><br /><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0489664/">Butterfly On A Wheel</a> - She just about manages to keep her clothes on in this one<br /><br /><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0399146/">A History Of Violence</a> - A nice 69 scene for all the family<br /><br /><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0318374/">The Cooler</a> - She's "plays" a prostitute<br /><br /><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0298744/">Autofocus</a> - Again balls naked<br /><br /><br /><br />I heard through some colleagues that there are websites that contain lists of actors/actresses that have appeared nude in a film, they even contain the minute and second reference for the hairy palmed brigade. Well I've decided to set up the first website devoted to an actress keeping her clothes on. So here goes...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Maria Bello appeared with all her clothes on in The Jane Austen Book Club - reference:0:00:00 - 01:43:52Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02041500143394709147noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18116378.post-7370556416859643162008-07-04T10:05:00.003+01:002008-07-04T10:13:40.732+01:00Shot Seven Times!!!!Did you hear this <a href="http://www.irishtimes.com/newspaper/breaking/2008/0704/breaking11.htm">story </a>over the last few days?? Apparently some Irish lad was shot seven times in America. Seven fucking times!! The cop who did it was put on paid leave as a result. According to the article above "he had two gunshot wounds to his left arm, three wounds to his abdomen, one on his thigh and one in the back of his shoulder". I mean for fucksake, this is an absolute disgrace. That cop either needs to go back to the academy and learn to shoot or else get the sack. What ever happened to the old reliable double tap to the back to the head. I'm currently paying Resident Evil 4 on the Wii and nothing takes down a zombie/person like a close range shot to the head. Come on, let's have some justice here!!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4v6kaf9oMGWpW0FA8awh9IMCdn_AMRi5WruvCp7FnBJdtpPf1BxML2vA_RNwV6vAAqNysOoKrkFTbrUXhSv4EzsZsumc2Ff95bOEi06eVGP3epH9pVH7uOniaPamD_mgCmVTt/s1600-h/is.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219084276302262210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4v6kaf9oMGWpW0FA8awh9IMCdn_AMRi5WruvCp7FnBJdtpPf1BxML2vA_RNwV6vAAqNysOoKrkFTbrUXhSv4EzsZsumc2Ff95bOEi06eVGP3epH9pVH7uOniaPamD_mgCmVTt/s400/is.jpg" border="0" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02041500143394709147noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18116378.post-36316050645653034902008-06-20T12:56:00.004+01:002008-06-20T14:35:07.900+01:00The Longest Day...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-UMGxFspklIqFAartUQg5Xu9M3RkNQOrPFoxBJkp4zsN9-FuFc0VDsO9wVekZHvMK5PIwyvcNRB5tiI3HHaBrxwjLHkaZN4fD5qwzZkhV2jGaJnQN1VZovpCvlCZHgl9ya4w-/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213955615409246802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-UMGxFspklIqFAartUQg5Xu9M3RkNQOrPFoxBJkp4zsN9-FuFc0VDsO9wVekZHvMK5PIwyvcNRB5tiI3HHaBrxwjLHkaZN4fD5qwzZkhV2jGaJnQN1VZovpCvlCZHgl9ya4w-/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>In anticipation of tomorrow's mid summer solstice, i.e the longest day of the year, in sunlight terms as opposed to actual units of time, I thought I'd post my thoughts on the subject. Well basically I don't have much to say on the declination of the earth into such a position as to allow a greater length of time spent in the sun's cancer giving rays. I would however like to point out that technically that if tomorrow (the 21st of June) is the longest day of the year, and it is, then Sunday must be imperceptibly shorter....else that would be the longest day too, or an even longer day. But it's not, tomorrow is the longest day. Anyway if Sunday is slightly shorter than Saturday, and it is, you will, like me, no doubt notice that the evenings are beginning to draw in. Soon we'll be back to dark evenings, wet lashing-out-of-the-sky days, horribly overcast grey manky mornings, depressing will-someone give-me-a-knife-so-I-can-end-it-all kind of afternoons, dark dreary fucking ennui-inspiring early evenings, oh God will someone stop the dark feelings......(ahem)so that's my thoughts on the whole longest day debate......have a nice weekend.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02041500143394709147noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18116378.post-52352162141530749012008-06-12T07:43:00.008+01:002008-06-12T14:58:21.369+01:00Talk RadioHello.....my name is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Cubaboy</span> and I'm addicted to talk radio......<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I guess it all started when I was a young fella, like most young people I experimented when I was in secondary school, a little Gerry Ryan on a morning off, you know yourself. Then when I went to college it just seemed to be more freely available, and everyone seemed to be doing it. Call it peer pressure or maybe I just had too much time on my hands but what was just a recreational thing became a full blown addiction. I rarely made it into college before mid day (Ryan being on from nine until twelve) I managed to hide my secret and didn't let it affect my work. That was until one day I went to get my daily fix and Gerry Ryan wasn't available ( I think he was on holidays or something), all I was left with was Niall <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Prenderville</span> on 96<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">fm</span>. I didn't want it at first but I needed something. Had I known then what I know now I would have run a mile.<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdfQs1-YBA6Hn8pLfHjz3gwX8cQWMRv08VyOwkTtGoo0UP6_qsvOIfw3oL3mVhi40a81Ut9L2HA1tLnWaL7Z0Vty0ZeKoUNcJUmWicpR9h2SVnIBaC_OROX6LUD7muCuFLbD5C/s1600-h/bloated.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210960169980702642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdfQs1-YBA6Hn8pLfHjz3gwX8cQWMRv08VyOwkTtGoo0UP6_qsvOIfw3oL3mVhi40a81Ut9L2HA1tLnWaL7Z0Vty0ZeKoUNcJUmWicpR9h2SVnIBaC_OROX6LUD7muCuFLbD5C/s400/bloated.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />At first I found <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Prenderville</span> opinionated, annoying and the amount of breaks he took drove me mad, but the quality of provincial nutcase you got more than made up for it. In a short space of time I was hooked. Even when Ryan came back I just couldn't go back to listening to him, it just didn't give me the same buzz. I see now that Ryan was a gateway to harder talk radio.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgLhe_TXcYOTir6ntJByoqa6FQFbVY33JTplzx7USRpy-jruhPxexPxdR2G6p9jhJLFKKkCOi-z-DZenGTuy5ub6ymbelbKkl2pl4B8XZ7aHYkrdwNbPyWlXH3gZCYOjox_H-m/s1600-h/neil.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210960317898407122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgLhe_TXcYOTir6ntJByoqa6FQFbVY33JTplzx7USRpy-jruhPxexPxdR2G6p9jhJLFKKkCOi-z-DZenGTuy5ub6ymbelbKkl2pl4B8XZ7aHYkrdwNbPyWlXH3gZCYOjox_H-m/s400/neil.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My addiction grew from there until eventually the inevitable happened and I tried a little Joe Duffy. My first experience was wonderful, indescribable, to quote Trainspotting "think of the best sex you've ever had and multiple it by an thousand and you still don't come close". Some woman in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Louth</span> called <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Ethna</span> had bought a suite of furniture and it hadn't arrived on time. By the time Joe was finished with the furniture company I was baying for blood. The exhilaration of the opening music, the ecstasy of the "good afternoon to you" in that flat Dublin working class accent, the way he can make the most meaningless incident seem like the end of the world, all left me wanting more!! The level of absolute stupidity from some of the cranks astounded me. The depths to which Joe will plumb to fill an hour of radio is incredible...and I loved it all. At the height of my addiction I was listening to up to eighteen hours of talk radio. I listen to The News on Radio One from seven to nine (with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Cathal</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">MaCuila</span>), then <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Prendeville</span> until twelve, then Joe for an hour, then Sean <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Moncrief</span> on News Talk, then Matt Cooper's Last Word show on Today FM, then <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Eoin</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">McDevit</span> on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Newstalk</span>, once I even listened to Victor Barry on "Cork Talks Back" (Red FM) but even I couldn't handle the level of muck.<br /><br /></p><p><br /></p><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Ik5ZkZdVmm1bjjkM4YTTwrPhe1OaIHVXbg7YIV5yQ4z16VtrbIihUs_06x8UQH_2bM34hJMCj6OTKZaMzGOpr0ZyxBR631ExE5WTwmG9GNvgD6bbxxOQ6omk5WqtQQFUSciG/s1600-h/wanker.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210960444566065714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Ik5ZkZdVmm1bjjkM4YTTwrPhe1OaIHVXbg7YIV5yQ4z16VtrbIihUs_06x8UQH_2bM34hJMCj6OTKZaMzGOpr0ZyxBR631ExE5WTwmG9GNvgD6bbxxOQ6omk5WqtQQFUSciG/s400/wanker.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><br /><p>Well it had to come to an end eventually I suppose. I knew I'd hit rock bottom yesterday when I found myself listening to Derek Mooney and smiling to myself at his light entertainment afternoon show. I knew right there and then that I had a problem. Immediately I turned that radio off. It was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. How has it affected my life? Well I've been unable to motivate myself to find a proper job. since I left college I've worked in two well paid dead end jobs. Due to the easy availability of talk radio I just can't motivate myself to get back out there and find a more fulfilling job. Will I ever recover fully.....I don't know but with the help of God and the support of my friends and family I'm taking it one day at a time. Maybe one day I'll reach a happier place where I don't need talk radio.<br /></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02041500143394709147noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18116378.post-70638154076473758802008-05-22T14:50:00.004+01:002008-05-22T15:13:36.187+01:00I Will Never Tire Of Looking At This Picture...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfS9BAivEOHNZsTRaoY5Sa8DoI9BnFiD305Bgnu_REjiGUbPD56Xoy0yctEbyEp_bFVrM7qU5HlL37kV6V_RXgQbM7U7QZePoCArGL8Tq36UQ5baJWiZ3btoDIagMVTO3nZiQ0/s1600-h/r3265979456.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203203751278461762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfS9BAivEOHNZsTRaoY5Sa8DoI9BnFiD305Bgnu_REjiGUbPD56Xoy0yctEbyEp_bFVrM7qU5HlL37kV6V_RXgQbM7U7QZePoCArGL8Tq36UQ5baJWiZ3btoDIagMVTO3nZiQ0/s400/r3265979456.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />For those of you who don't know this is a picture of Chelsea and England defender and faux-hardman John Terry who last night missed a penalty in the Champions League final. The press have been more than fulsome in it's defence of the self styled "Captain Fantastic" with our own Eamon Dunphy describing him as "a model professional". Well may I say that not only is he an average defender who masks a lack of pace and an inability to read the game with a vicious brutality on the pitch, but off the pitch proves himself to be a quite the degenerate. <a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-539397/100-000-week-football-star-John-Terry-ignores-60-fine-park-disabled-spot.html">This story</a> details how the hero parked his Bentley in a disabled spot. And <a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20061107081300AA8SvqL">here</a> where the England captain racially abused a fellow black English player, a story which was very much brushed over by the English media at the time.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFiqW0KtFcxFi-qnWgdMcaG4oAfIvubulyVo0-NHdU3LmNpQeB01P7hydTxhM8ePBZkiEwRScrVX5SaNNEiV_sfjkxK1KmVLG4jK-0R77n8iQhAMWOY2r3k0g0TlD8jUygOkJo/s1600-h/JohnTerryPAMartinRickett3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203199383296721714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFiqW0KtFcxFi-qnWgdMcaG4oAfIvubulyVo0-NHdU3LmNpQeB01P7hydTxhM8ePBZkiEwRScrVX5SaNNEiV_sfjkxK1KmVLG4jK-0R77n8iQhAMWOY2r3k0g0TlD8jUygOkJo/s400/JohnTerryPAMartinRickett3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Last night this jackass wanted to take the final penalty that would have won the Champions League for Chelsea, not for the good of the team (there were several other better penalty takers available) but to feed his own ego. Well I for on e am absolutely delighted that he missed.<br /><br />PS to the Chelsea fans who had the delightful "Scouse Free Zone" banner, I guess Chelsea is now a "Trophy Free Zone" even after spending half a billion pounds to get there.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02041500143394709147noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18116378.post-36892105979948739922008-05-22T10:08:00.009+01:002008-05-28T12:58:56.474+01:00Silvio Berlesconi<div align="left">I've been a huge fan of Silvio Berlesconi for several years and his personal stock with me grew ten fold when I seen <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OV4w9i7u4jA">this</a> on You Tube. Now auld Silvio's back in power he's started to clamp down on the human vermin that walk the streets of Italy (no, not the Italians!!)...<a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2008/may/22/italy1">the gypo's</a>!!<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsAaZyvrQH04qQrPZgIwZ2E-Wjnx5k4FkyDgY69SBewfLhzocjOpkd4qkfin3-NJkQjtChP935P1qGhEWbYxIggWtviu8ZztSzhftv6OF2DpL26_Bk_GfGewmaKCqjAGN5pgUD/s1600-h/berlusconi_178864t.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205396297723331426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsAaZyvrQH04qQrPZgIwZ2E-Wjnx5k4FkyDgY69SBewfLhzocjOpkd4qkfin3-NJkQjtChP935P1qGhEWbYxIggWtviu8ZztSzhftv6OF2DpL26_Bk_GfGewmaKCqjAGN5pgUD/s400/berlusconi_178864t.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="left"></a><br /><em>Forza Silvio</em><br /><br /><br /><br />Now I for one applaud his initiative and just wish our spineless, pc government would get off their hairy holes, stop calling each other "fuckers" under their breath, and introduce some good old fashioned draconian legislation that would lead to the extermination of the Irish gypsy, or knacker as they are colloquially known.<br /><br />Knackers, or pikeys if you like, have been robbing and fly tipping around Ireland for hundreds of years. In between having "knacker fights" in secluded lane ways, these vermin will spend nights terrorising elderly bachelors in rural Ireland before robbing them and leaving them for dead. You'll get the old liberal lefty crying "racism" at sentiments like this but have they ever seen a lay by after a litter of knackers have moved on?? Have they ever seen the inside of a pub wrecked after a pikey wedding or funeral??<br /><br />The solution is simple in it's finality. Collect all pikeys and put them on one of the islands off the west coast, with a specially constructed hundred foot fence around it. They'll be happy, moving about the island unhindered and marrying their twelve year old cousins and we'll be happy with a clean Ireland. I think over time we could reintegrate them back in Irish society, subject to forced sterilisation obviously.<br /></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02041500143394709147noreply@blogger.com0