I hope your Christmas went well and you ate and drank so much that you could barely move and that even after a monstrous poo you still felt full.
I have been a bit sick. Some kind of chest infection thing. Not good. The other morning I coughed up a lump of some green stuff that got stuck to the toilet bowl when I spat it in there. I couldn’t even shift it with my first piss of the morning.
And nor could I flush because Dublin City Council are horribly inept cunts. The lack of water is hugely irritating. I can cope but can’t imagine how older folks – who might have to go to a tanker to get water – are managing.
And this shit has been going on for ages. Today the water came on some time around 2pm and it will be shut off at 6pm.
We’re talking about providing water to homes. Hardly rocket science. Frankly they should all be fired for just being completely shit at their jobs. Unprecedented cold snap? Fuck off. Huge demand? Fuck off. People leaving their taps running? FUCK OFF.
Then again this is the country where you can do your public sector job as badly as it can possibly be done and not suffer any consequences.
Anyway, I’m going back to drinking and eating. Wishing you all a very happy and watery 2011. Except for DCC. I hope you cunts drown. In my piss bucket.
The really glaring worst thing about it is that all they’re doing is repairing the leaks where they’re lucky enough to find them. This might work as a temporary fix in the meanwhile..but what about next time? Third world stuff, innit?
Look at this – DCC Update
Water systems being CUT OFF until January 4th. Bet that gets extended too.
Maybe they’re encouraging people to immigrate to a wetter climate. It just might work.
Lakeside property prices have just shot up
Feel better Twenty.
Wash behind those ears and balls when the water comes on. That’s ridiculous though.
Green stuff – eww. That gets a TMI I think. (too many informations).
Antibiotics for you I’d say.
Feel better.
Oh dear, “monstrous poo” season seems a particularly bad time to be without water.
Is Bastardface drinking mineral water from bottles now? Is it giving him fancy ideas? Does he do his sniffing of people remotely from the other side of the room now because the smell is so strong?
This sounds awful but it reminds me of Comic Relief where they run short films showing how £100 will improve lives in Africa with the installation of a well. Appalling that instead we’re talking about Ireland and that a modern city like Dublin hasn’t ensured its plumbing has been kept fit for purpose so that people have running water in their homes.
And very worrying for the sick, elderly, and otherwise housebound people
bastardface is probably trained to shit on the steps of the customs house.
John Gormley has a very shitty taste in suits.
Bertie Ahern, the knacker, is leaving the building.
Next stop better be Mountjoy Prison for that scummy piece of shit.
Or the Park
You mean presidential or the cops questioning him at their big pigsty, where all the lads from donegal got promoted to?
I think I answered my own question
Yes, yes you did.
Is this a live feed?
Bertie quit?
All by himself?
He wasn’t arrested?
No El Presidente Patsy Bartholomewsconi?
Now THAT would have been fun.
From a fairly safe distance like.
RTÈ would’ve loved it too.
Do none of you see what they’ve done? It’s the oldest trick in the book. A couple of weeks ago you were all moaning about taxes and health care and bank scandals and unsustainable mortgages and with a flick of the wand the’ve got you all looking at, what? water!!!!! Right it’s a pain in the arse not to be able to flush your morning excretion out to sea but how does that compare to the big issues? Look over here, no, look over there, see, everything is O.K.
don’t worry Paulo, I’ve got a list
I’m wondering how the fuck anyone could e-migrate to a WETTER climate. The weather is going to continue repeating these emergencies very frequently in Ireland as well as most other places. We got 2 foot of snow here 4 days ago and there’s murder going on that it wasn’t cleaned up the next day. We have bolloxed around with the forces of nature and we shall atoooooone.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F9wtljHDT-c
that’s one fucked-up dude makads. mature reflection and mental reservation sums up the cunts who ran this joint
Our claim to fame. The only turd world country with running water.
Just had a great idea, why don’t DCC send a factfinding mission Down Under to see how we manage our water resources? I’m sure you would have no shortage of volunteers.
drank kenya beer all over the christmas best beer i ever had’
Well,
it will be bed for me at 22:00. Only a few hours left of this vile time of the year.
Granny was blind as a bat,
and lived off the turds from her cat
When she ran out of these
She ate the green cheese
That she grew on the sides of her twat.
HAPPY NEW YEAR ALL YOU CUNTOS ::::))))
LET ME SEE IF I HAVE THIS RIGHT…YOU ARE SICK BUT INSTEAD OF CONSIDERING YOUR SELF-ADMITTED UNHEALTHY LIFESTYLE AS THE MAIN PROBLEM YOU ARE LASHING OUT SELF RIGHTEOUSLY AT OTHERS….YEP, NO WONDER THINGS ARE AS THEY ARE IN THE BANANA REPUBLIC…
Happy New Year Twenty and all the denizens of TwentyLand and you commenters as well.
Stay off the roads troops, it’s amatuer night and they’ll be out in droves getting shit faced.
Happy New Year, Twenty and all who sail in her!
Happy New Year.
Still no arrests.
Is there anything worse than coming home early from a New Year get-together because you’re completely bollixed, and then finding out that both of your neighbours are having loud parties populated by complete bollixes?
Noisy, drunk, underage bollixes?
I can hear them, falling in love for the first time, with their fucking Aunties, fighting over cans of beer they shouldn’t be fucking drinking, competing with each other to be the loudest bollix in the history of fucking bollixology.
It’s a load of bollix.
Time for bed.
I fancy the hell out of a girl I met once about a week ago. Never thought I’d see her again Bumped into her last night in the Thomas house. I was so drunk,I actually realised how precarious my position was.
Somehow managed to blahggiving her my copy of to kill a mockingbird – she gave me her number. For a brief moment, I actually convinced myself she was interested.
Either this will be the greatest year in my life, or I’ll be hitting the bottle in kennedys tonight when she doesn’t answer my txt today having realised I am, afterall, a bit of a fool!’
Danboo
Hope you get your Nat King Cole
Good Luck Brother
(hic)
Oooooh my fucking head..never, ever mix your gin with your champagne in a pint glass. Happy new year? And with a grinning Bertie The Rat all over the front pages? Where’s the painkillers? I feel several kinds of sick.
Twenty, Christmas is over. Get your ass back to work and write us something.
Twenty,
You tell us about your non – flushing toilet, then you wish that DCC would drown in your “piss bucket”. I suspect that you are once again using a bucket and mistaking the doorhandle for a flushing lever. It won’t flush Twenty.
Bad and all as a dose of the green gunks may seem, if your first water of the day can’t shift it off the pan then you need a flow-rate check on your own waterworks. Unless you’re truly hacking up sputum with the consistency and adhesive qualities of blu-tack.
Now I have not taken anything illegal for decades, literally decades.. the middle 80′s to be exact, I am also not suffering from flashback problems.
An Airbus A320 took off from my table (near a teaspoon) on Saturday afternoon, destination AMS. The bastardin’ dog (Yorkshire Terrier) was driven mad with the noise and has not been the same since. The reason I know the A320 was bound for AMS was that I could track it on flightradar24.com. I found a piece of (printed) paper in my letterbox this morning claiming there will be another take-off next Saturday again.
I have an uneasy feeling that my table is being made into some sort of forward airfield.
Any (reassuring) ideas?
Go back to the illegal substances?
I had thought of that after the noise abated but seeing as the Christmas tree (genuine – Sauerland) and it’s balls were unscathed, I decided against such a defeatist move.
That night (Saturday) I drank a red herbal tea and was able to sleep reasonably. The unfortunate hound is deranged however.
Still scratching my head.
Baubles!
Work tomorrow.
Bollox (but damn glad to have it)
And the water back
it’s been a cunt of a time an no mistake…happy new year….here’s to having full utilities by the end of 2011!
0. noddy
January 3rd, 2011 @ 10:27 pm
Work tomorrow.
Bollox (but damn glad to have it)
And the water back
i’m fucking dreading it. this must be what xmas release for innocent prisoners is like. back to the fucking slaughterhouse
@Bitchy Ollix
“i’m fucking dreading it. this must be what xmas release for innocent prisoners is like. back to the fucking slaughterhouse”
Where I live, you can buy these flat little bottles with gold liquid, cost €2.20.
Puts a nice fire in the belly before the working day.
Don’t forget after the working day, there is the night.. the power of the darkness is very soothing.