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just a few more replies and this will top yesterdays highly acclaimed thread. remember though people, we're looking for quality here so that counts you out 'la la'. i, meanwhile, have to go to work to pay the taxes for all my lazy irish friends who choose to collect social welfare monies. i bid...

thor. what a wanker.

laboured build up, poor punch line, weak delivery. my kind of joke. i salute you my friend.

laboured build up, poor punch line, weak delivery.

wanker

anyone like blond jokes? guard pulls over a blond on the m50, she winds down her window, he says 'let me see your driving license'. she roots around in her bag, pulls out her make up mirror, looks at it, sees her face in it, says, ' ah, here it is'. the guard takes one look at it and says, 'oh...

ok thats it. its officially dead.

fuck. you could be right. vinnie? where are you?

it was....oh never mind.

and how is 3 lines a 'laboured set up' you fucking ignorant piece of shit. go screw yourself tosspot.

how dare you. you're not even worthy to comment about me or anything ive said you fucking half witted inbred bogger. now go away.

i am not in america. does that answer your question? try to read the entire paragraph next time so that i dont have to explain every little twist and turn. thank you.

i wonder if any of you could help me out with something thats been troubling me for some time? ok . too personal. how about this one then: why is it that despite the irish predeliction for alchoholic beverages you can not find a pint of bitter anywhere in this country? just across the water they...

with chips? isnt it in the irish constitution that u have to have chips with everything?

oh those were cd's? oops.

maybe i should have opened with that joke. i dont know. sometimes its hard to know which way to go with it.

yeah, one thing about the famine is it could never happen again in ireland. why? nothing to do with the celtic tiger. its because if you people ever get hungry you can always just eat the chips on your shoulders.

i was there the other night, frankly i do not wish to go again. would prefer to not be reminded of the trauma i suffered there at the hands of some u2 wannabe talentless pricks. end of story.

as i have told you before, i have no interest in your sexual preferences.

where and when?