I was watching the news last night and they were interviewing Ireland fans before our famous 1-0 loss to France and they stopped some toothless fellow who had this pearl of wisdom:
“Zinedine Zidane is back from retirement but Robbie Keane, well Robbie Keane is just a nest egg.”
Classic. I wonder has anyone told Robbie that soon a retired couple are going to use him to go on a round the world cruise and get new double glazing in.
He’s got an enormous chin, does Robbie. One good thing you can say about Ireland losing last night is that Robbie Keane didn’t score and we didn’t have to suffer the site of him doing that stupid six-gun tumble salute he does. I honestly think each time he does it a person from Tallaght should be killed, starting with members of his family.
He’s a disgrace to the game of football with his acrobatic carryings-on. You’re on a football pitch, Keane, not cartwheeling around a sawdust ring like a fucking circus entertainer.
And anything that reminds me of circuses is wrong.
I saw our esteemed, and by esteemed cunting wankbag, taoiseach was at the game. I’m surprised he wasn’t off handing out million dollar donations to the Haughey estate or Michael Smurfit because it happened to rain today.
I’d love to have been sitting near him. I’d have got a bic biro and chewed up bits of paper and spat them through the pen at him like an old pea-shooter. I’d have got one right down his ear as well and they’d have to operate and maybe he might die under the anaesthetic.
Now that’s what I call an assassination.
i fucking hate the circus.
Don’t go then, I don’t.
Gaudily dressed tramps cannot entertain me, I know this.
its the cloud and the sad, sad animals. so i don’t go, smarty pants!
I can’t say that I can or can not say that I do or do not disagree with what I’m not failing to understand what your failing to try and tell me!
What fucking cloud?
Twenty, your normally funny, but threatening my Da with assassination makes you a cunt.
Twenty, Tour normally funny, but threatening my Da with assassination makes you a smelly cunt. Like a kipper
I’ve eaten plenty of cunt…hundreds if not thousands, and only one ever smelt of smelt.
Let alone kippers…yegads.
Now, a nice champagne salmon…I’ll give ya that.
On toast.
Death by pea shooter.
Nice.
It doesn’t seem to matter a damn what aanyone does to Bertie, it can’t pierce the Teflon coating. And dat is de troot of de matter rite dere.
Maybe you could mate Bertie with
Robbie,then you’d have a striker that no-one could touch and a leader who could do the six-gun
tumble whenever he met with Adams
or any of the other baby-killers.
we say bertie driving up to the game parting the crowds with his merc like some sort of red sea job. everyone started roaring eddie hobbs,eddie hobbs,eddie hobbs. eddie hobbs is a annoying little gimp but so is bertie so was very enjoyable
Death from crap in your ear is cool now? You’ve changed Twenty.
Anyone can beat a man to death, Zombie. Anyone can slit a man’s throat, shoot him in the face, poison him or run him over with a car.
Killing him with a bic biro and a bit of chewed up paper is something special. Oh yes.
I doubt Stephen Hawking could do any of those Twenty!
hey twenty, how much would you charge for death by thumbtacks and rubber bands?
Robbie Keane is actually Craig from Big Brother