Just to be an off-point pedant for a minute but was there even a single instance of anything being truly ironic in that Alannis Morissette song? Meeting the man of your dreams and then meeting his beautiful wife might be a bit crap but it is not fucking ironic. Nor is a free ride when you’re already late, nor is rain on your wedding day, nor is a black fucking fly in your fucking chardonnay. Woman made a whole song about a word she doesn’t know the meaning of. That song should just have been called “Isn’t it shite?”
If Alanis Morrisette and Ed Byrne had a baby you’d end up with Shirley Temple Bar. A strangely attractive yet deeply unfunny gay icon, dearly loved by grannies everywhere. Feckin’ Telly Bingo… All those afternoons wasted and not a dime to show for it. But I’m alright now. Honestly.
Im depressed. What is it about modern Irish society that allows cunts like this make a fortune on the back of the stupidity of the masses. Garth Crooks more like.
Not just modern Irish society, remember the father of Irish kleptocrats and his party? Remember being told to “tighten our belts” as they raised taxes to buggery and there was 20% unemployment? Remember the austerity budgets? Remember 5,000 applications for every indoor job in Dublin? Fuck them all to a man, say I. Jail’s too good for them.
I have grudging respect for the way the cunt’s balls are big enough to think he can get away with spouting such bullshit. He’s taken a page out of Heinrich Goebbel’s book.
I’m not exactly a fan of Bertie or Fianna Fail or any politicians/parties for that matter, but if you’re the most powerful man in the country and you can’t occasionally line your pockets without every do-good prick under the sun whinging about it then what the fuck is the world coming to?
I was a habitual stationary thief when I worked in an office. In fact, they’d do a stationary order every couple of weeks and I’d order a ton of stuff and take it home with me when it arrived.
I didn’t even use 1/4 of it. I just wanted to have it.
“……………..grand…………..”?
ehhh Sure wasn’t it ehhh a pressie from me ehhhh mammy ehhhh
That Miriam O’Callaghan is a bit of all right Twenty!
Twenty,
Have you seen Blogarrah recently?? Its a feckin shopping site now!!! What happened there???
Looks like the hosting ran out so it just defaults to that page now.
Just to be an off-point pedant for a minute but was there even a single instance of anything being truly ironic in that Alannis Morissette song? Meeting the man of your dreams and then meeting his beautiful wife might be a bit crap but it is not fucking ironic. Nor is a free ride when you’re already late, nor is rain on your wedding day, nor is a black fucking fly in your fucking chardonnay. Woman made a whole song about a word she doesn’t know the meaning of. That song should just have been called “Isn’t it shite?”
As someone else ventured perhaps the irony was in the fact that there was nothing ironic.
Neither is it ironic that such a champion of Canadian music has gone and taken US Shitizenship, pledging all allegiance to George Wanker Bush. Cow.
Oh, and about the Ironic lack of Irony… Ed Byrne did it better.
Ed Byrnes Best routine…
(not saying a lot), but I hear he is doing radio ads now, so what does he care…
I’d love to see Bertie rotting behind some iron-y bars.
I wish Ed Byrne was dead.
SAm Crea, I was going to say the same thing myself but you beat me to it, does this Byrne fellow do a ventriloquist act on the radio?
He does, but instead of a puppet he speaks through his hole.
If Alanis Morrisette and Ed Byrne had a baby you’d end up with Shirley Temple Bar. A strangely attractive yet deeply unfunny gay icon, dearly loved by grannies everywhere. Feckin’ Telly Bingo… All those afternoons wasted and not a dime to show for it. But I’m alright now. Honestly.
That is a frightening thought.
If Alanis Morrissette and Twenty Major had a baby, you’d have a Morris Minor.
sorry
You really should be.
…but if Thom Yorke and Alanis Morissette had a baby it might be Alanis Morissey. Earnest but depressing.
”it would give me the greatest of pleasure to watch non-compliant taxpayers go to jail”
????
What a cunt.
Shut up, put up, pay up, and look happy
Im depressed. What is it about modern Irish society that allows cunts like this make a fortune on the back of the stupidity of the masses. Garth Crooks more like.
I didnt NOT miss the point.
Not just modern Irish society, remember the father of Irish kleptocrats and his party? Remember being told to “tighten our belts” as they raised taxes to buggery and there was 20% unemployment? Remember the austerity budgets? Remember 5,000 applications for every indoor job in Dublin? Fuck them all to a man, say I. Jail’s too good for them.
I have grudging respect for the way the cunt’s balls are big enough to think he can get away with spouting such bullshit. He’s taken a page out of Heinrich Goebbel’s book.
I’m not exactly a fan of Bertie or Fianna Fail or any politicians/parties for that matter, but if you’re the most powerful man in the country and you can’t occasionally line your pockets without every do-good prick under the sun whinging about it then what the fuck is the world coming to?
We’ve all robbed something from work, right?
I was a habitual stationary thief when I worked in an office. In fact, they’d do a stationary order every couple of weeks and I’d order a ton of stuff and take it home with me when it arrived.
I didn’t even use 1/4 of it. I just wanted to have it.
cnut, I don’t agree old friend, I will tell you later but thanks anyway!
here in North County Dublin we have had the duious honour of having the following lovely people representing us, therfore people voted for them…..
Ann Devitt – she’ll be getting a mention
Ray Burke – he already has been mentioned
CJ Haughey – no comment necessary
GV Wright – got 2k from frank dunlop and lodged it in his wifes account…….
and that’s just north county dublin; multiply that across the country
but; people keep voting for them so that say’s it all…..most people are cunts
have a nice day
Flann O’Brien did it first, and better.
Flann O’Brien did Alanis Morissette?
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