the bearded lady
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the Galtee one with that fuckin' curly prick with the flared nostrils who's stuffin' his face with pork (as per, gayhole), aitin' all yer wan's sausages and rashers and the loike in a comical manner, and she comes in and the ould milk is gone and then she see's that the rasher pack is empty and says in that south-dublin-lezzer-in-denial-uber-work-bosstype-rutless-barren-geesewnup-facial-hair voice "GERRRRRY!!" and he sort of likeable roguishly shrugs his prick shoulders while "chewing" the stolen rashers in the most exaggerated bovine fashion ever!
the bog roll one with the traveller-looking child with the ginger pubes on his head which has his supposed thoughts over-dubbed his cutesy fuckin' face with that RIDICULUS oirish accent that even darby o'gill would be ashamed of "wats dacccth, is ittttch a toy?, mmmm, ittttchs so soaft, no! daddy! please dontttch take my toy away...."
fuckin' cunt! how the fuck did THAT crawl out of the abortion bin?
ALL THOSE FUCKIN' VODAFUCKINGFONE ADS.
THAT FUCKIN' EIRCOM AD WITH "GERRY "HILARITY" FISH AND THE MUD BUG CLUB" TUNE. PRICKS!!
those boots ads with that bitch with the freckles who gets an ould "make over" and looks like she stinks of rancid lard.
"i drank pots of barrys tea in order to meet the gorgeous gerry" "if you bring the hound, i'll tell mum about ibizia" said in the potato language of the hollywood irish again.
"we're getting the heads down to study"
"we take turns doin' the cooking"
"i'm stayin' in weekends"
"and mam....can i bring a friend"
said by some toe-breath greasy piece of anus who's delighted to be up on a burd he's not directly related to.
the "music" in those lucozade ad's with the cartoon lezzer who prances around with other hounds.
but it couldn't be complete without the WONDERFUL (and, subtly sexy) GILLIAN QUINN SURF AD
"fizzy orange, lovely"
"ketchup, ah mikey!"
"like father like son, so, what's a girl to do?"
(squints) "well, there's always surf, for the 99 stains you've to put up with everyday from baked beans to.....strawberry jam"...."your turn".....
(off camera) ugh!
slinkily cocks her head back into frame
"well, he's not a goal keeper!"
How fuckin' long are this bitch's legs? she's across the room in a stride, big fuckin' farmers hips on her. and you KNOW she thinks she's way better looking than she is, yet you KNOW she'd take in the face if you promised her you'd get her on the telly. i'd say she's well used to scorin' a few own-goals on the lonely nights ould niall was away with the oirish team. she's some prick for a bitch.
the bog roll one with the traveller-looking child with the ginger pubes on his head which has his supposed thoughts over-dubbed his cutesy fuckin' face with that RIDICULUS oirish accent that even darby o'gill would be ashamed of "wats dacccth, is ittttch a toy?, mmmm, ittttchs so soaft, no! daddy! please dontttch take my toy away...."
fuckin' cunt! how the fuck did THAT crawl out of the abortion bin?
ALL THOSE FUCKIN' VODAFUCKINGFONE ADS.
THAT FUCKIN' EIRCOM AD WITH "GERRY "HILARITY" FISH AND THE MUD BUG CLUB" TUNE. PRICKS!!
those boots ads with that bitch with the freckles who gets an ould "make over" and looks like she stinks of rancid lard.
"i drank pots of barrys tea in order to meet the gorgeous gerry" "if you bring the hound, i'll tell mum about ibizia" said in the potato language of the hollywood irish again.
"we're getting the heads down to study"
"we take turns doin' the cooking"
"i'm stayin' in weekends"
"and mam....can i bring a friend"
said by some toe-breath greasy piece of anus who's delighted to be up on a burd he's not directly related to.
the "music" in those lucozade ad's with the cartoon lezzer who prances around with other hounds.
but it couldn't be complete without the WONDERFUL (and, subtly sexy) GILLIAN QUINN SURF AD
"fizzy orange, lovely"
"ketchup, ah mikey!"
"like father like son, so, what's a girl to do?"
(squints) "well, there's always surf, for the 99 stains you've to put up with everyday from baked beans to.....strawberry jam"...."your turn".....
(off camera) ugh!
slinkily cocks her head back into frame
"well, he's not a goal keeper!"
How fuckin' long are this bitch's legs? she's across the room in a stride, big fuckin' farmers hips on her. and you KNOW she thinks she's way better looking than she is, yet you KNOW she'd take in the face if you promised her you'd get her on the telly. i'd say she's well used to scorin' a few own-goals on the lonely nights ould niall was away with the oirish team. she's some prick for a bitch.