Please note that as today is a bank holiday the blog will be operating a Sunday service. This normally consists of no post whatsoever but as a gesture of goodwill I feel a post advising there’ll be no post is appropriate (if a little confusing).
Refusal to post has nothing to do with hanging one on in Ron’s last night and playing that ‘Who can sink a bottle of Jameson the quickest?’ game that is sweeping the nation. Nothing at all.
Still, seeing Dirty Dave vomit out of his nose, into a pint glass and then drink it all again was worth it. What am I saying? It wasn’t, it was disgusting. He even chewed some of it.
I need to lie down again.
lazy cunt.
Ah, this post brings a whole new meaning to the idea of a holiday skeleton service. It is also very much a bank holiday post in the sense of Cockney rhyming slang.
You didn’t lie down for long!
I didn’t lie down at all. I lied.
Ed Byrne is running in the Dublin marathon, now, there’s a chance to do something for Irish comedy!
You can’t take bank holidays off, you’re running an international service here.
I once saw a guy vomit into his pint of Guinness, stare contemplatively at it for a few minutes, then proceed to drink it. It was the second most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen. The entire pub was dry-heaving.
I hope Ed Byrne keels over and dies. In fact I hope all the marathon runners do.
http://skinflicks.blogspot.com/2007/10/kill-off-marathon-cult.html
Oh, and 20, you misspelled announcement. Bank holiday skiving is no excuse for poor spelling.
Bank holiday? I demand a united Ireland right now. I want a bank holiday. Oh hold on that would mean I would be getting my arsed kicked at work. Fuck that, carry on…
Yeah well, if you couldn’t be bothered filing a post I sure as fuck won’t waste my time making a comment.
So there.
Chunky nose vomit – mmm – was that the taste test between shreddies and tescos malt cereal??
AHA, my nemesis. At last we meet. En Garde!
Good news, Bad news,
Good news, Dana has brough out a new record and she dosen’t sound any worse than she ever did.
Bad news, she’s brought out a book to compete with yours for the Christmas number one position next the Yule Log!
I once witnessed a mate laugh a chip through his nose.
I saw someone laugh custard through their nose once.
That’s pure abuse of jameson, ya disrespectful bastard!
my mate snorts tequila
Ron’s contribution to Dublin Culture Night 2007 ?
The maggot in the tequila bottle ?
There was an article about you in the Sunday Times yesterday.
I imagine you’re busy framing it today.
That paper’s really gone to the fucking dogs…
I saw that, OFTR. Have it framed, laminated and 50 back-up copies of the paper.
Quality publication that Sunday Times. It really is.
B****k Bastarde.
White Bastards.
Fuucken P***ys.
I comm herre 1 weex nou.
You stupid twats. Read these posts. Only us English can correct your mess…..Bunch of thick Bog Swimmers you are….THICK! Once again, I will be in Dublin in a few weeks. I will be singing in your pub soon.
Proud Englishman
Ere’ Twenty wots he proud of that engleesh cunt ?
No idea. I’d like to see him come to Ron’s for a pint.
Wait. No I wouldn’t, the witless clit.
Ere’ Groucho wot you onabout you caunt?
Caro, for fuck’s sake, don’t leave me in suspenders…what was the MOST disgusting thing you ever saw in a pub?
I regularly see a man in my local inject Guinness into his own stomach with a big veterinary syringe..
About 5 or 6 years ago I ate 2 packs of rashers, 2 packs of sausages, a black and white pudding and 6 eggs in a whole french stick for the lads entertainment. By half way through I was really strugglign but i managed to get it all down me for about 5 seconds and then proceeded to puke the lot right back up in the back garden. My friend’s dog Buttons (a little rat of a thing) started nibbling away at my puke which we all thoght was hillarious at the time. What wasnt so funny was that 3 days later poor Buttons had a stroke from all the grease – not good for dogs apparently. To this day Buttons walks with his head hangign down to one side because of it.
announcement? looks fine to me Carol. If ur gonna nit-pick find some real knits..
He edited it, Rory, dahling. Constant updating, that’s the power of the interweb, doncha know.
I did edit, some fine sub-editing JC.
I doff my imaginary tinfoil hat to your ineffable sub-editing ability, 20.
Imaginary. I believe you, thousands wouldn’t.
Clit is a seriously underused word these days.
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