*bring bring*
Posted on | March 27, 2008 | 32 Comments
“Hello?”
“Hi Twenty, it’s me. Dirty Dave!”
“What is it, Dave? I’m really fucking busy today. This better not be one of your stupid phone calls”.
“No no! I promise”.
“Ok”.
“Right, your whole entire family is being held hostage and they’re going to kill them. To save their lives would you eat the scabs off Amy Winehouse’s face?”
“Jesus fucking Christ”.
*click*
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March 27th, 2008 @ 5:06 pm
she used to be fairly tasty though…. such a waste….
http://www.americangirl.co.uk/images/amy_winehouse3_300.jpg
March 27th, 2008 @ 5:42 pm
That’s scary, it’s not the same girl.
I’m selling me crack pipe.
March 27th, 2008 @ 5:57 pm
I wonder where she got the tape in this one….Thanks Rick
http://rickoshea.wordpress.com/2008/03/21/amy-winehouse-gets-naked/
March 27th, 2008 @ 6:19 pm
She has one helluva talent, though.
March 27th, 2008 @ 6:27 pm
What, she sucked you off too, 10PD?
Most people only know her for her singing.
March 27th, 2008 @ 7:06 pm
Would Bastardface eat her? Or the cat?
March 27th, 2008 @ 7:27 pm
Manky
March 27th, 2008 @ 7:34 pm
She has the body of a 75 year old skag fiend.
March 27th, 2008 @ 7:42 pm
A man with a gun went into a bank and demanded their money.
Once he was given the money, he turned to a customer and asked, “Did
you see me rob this bank?”
The man replied, “Yes, I did.”
The robber then shot him in the temple, killing him instantly.
He then turned to a couple standing next to him and asked the man,
“Did you see me rob this bank?”
The man replied, “No sir, I didn’t, but my wife did.”
March 27th, 2008 @ 8:24 pm
I would lick the mashed potato of her flange. Love that stuff…..
March 27th, 2008 @ 8:45 pm
Hello Mr T.
I am a foxy cat called Katt. I live with two humans who lavish attention on me when I demand it. They call me Katt when in actual fact my real name is Ursula. I have some sexy markings and an even sexier demeanour and would love to meet Throatripper for some fun and maybe more???
Let me know, I will send some pix if he wants?
Miaoowww X
March 27th, 2008 @ 8:46 pm
Erm…he says ‘no thanks’.
March 27th, 2008 @ 8:51 pm
all that poor woman needs is as we in Dundalk some TLC
the ‘lectric chair
March 27th, 2008 @ 9:04 pm
Ahhh. He really sounds like my kinda cat though. Tell me a little bit more about him and maybe I can coax him out of his shell. Does he like his tummy rubbed like me? I am using their computer thing and if they catch me there will be trouble. Let me know soon! Please…
March 27th, 2008 @ 9:07 pm
Fuck off Bald Devil.
March 27th, 2008 @ 9:12 pm
Maggot. Tell a more recent joke willya.
March 27th, 2008 @ 9:26 pm
Fuck off Bald Devil.??
Je ne comprende pas!
March 27th, 2008 @ 9:35 pm
I take it you are unmarried 10.
March 27th, 2008 @ 9:47 pm
I’ve been looking for a new bitch for my crew. I have mashed potato.
(Well, I know where I can get some.)
March 27th, 2008 @ 9:48 pm
Is the Green font on the front of the book, not exactly the same green that adorns the beautiful little odd-shaped cartons that your majors come wrapped in??
Is this subliminal advertising…
Are you a front for PJ Carroll and Co??
Answer the Question Mr Major!!!
Answer the Question!!!!
March 27th, 2008 @ 9:50 pm
Sorry,
getting carrried away reading this tacky detective novel at the mo, and I thought I was Jessica Fletchers Bastard Child (after she was impregnated by Jim Rockford)
March 27th, 2008 @ 9:50 pm
The answer is no.
March 27th, 2008 @ 9:56 pm
Here comes Nurse Ratched with my pills….
March 27th, 2008 @ 9:57 pm
so sleepy now….
March 27th, 2008 @ 10:11 pm
I’d eat her scabs; then sell them on ebay. I’ll also take O’Reillys crack-pipe while I’m there….off tangent a little – see those maths fiends from kerry?/limerick? make a killing on the ebay software? nice.
My bank-robber joke
Did you hear about the dyslexic bank robber?
“Hands in the air mother-stickers; this is a fuck-up!”
ahem
Off to the kealings for Guinness; good night.
March 27th, 2008 @ 10:32 pm
Can you give me Dave’s daytime number Twenty. He’s a lot more interesting than the cunts i have to speak to all day…
March 27th, 2008 @ 11:11 pm
Twenty, the book’s shite. All the arse lickers in here are wrong. Well written, but shite.
March 27th, 2008 @ 11:46 pm
What the fuck are you on about Spudser?
Well written my arse!
March 28th, 2008 @ 12:47 am
this fella in the pub sold me a sheep called emily
March 28th, 2008 @ 5:52 am
Did you hear about the dyslexic rock musician?
He sold his soul to Santa.
March 28th, 2008 @ 8:07 am
If I’d known it was you Itchy, I wouldn’t have sold you that sheep. She’ll have jumped the wall in your garden by now, and be on her way back to me.
Same time next week?
March 28th, 2008 @ 9:46 am
I’d crawl over a million, billion miles, just to wank on her shadow, and I’m not exaggerating.
However I’d find those pus filled impetigo blemishes a little hard to stomach, so I’d let your family die Twenty.
Sorry.