Posted July 9, 2010 by ancruiskeenlawnmower in Humour, Ireland, Irish Blog, Irish Political Satire/Comedy, Satire, Ulster
Tagged with 11th Night Bonfire, Al Hutchinson, All Accordians Should Die, BBC NI, Belfast International Airport, Billy Wright, Christine Bleakley, Comedy, DUP, Funny, Glentoran, Humour, IFA, Ireland, Irish Political Satire, Margaret Ritchie, McGurk's Bar Bomb, Moses, Nordie Lunatics, Orange Order, Pointless Graphs, Police Ombudsman, Political Comedy, Political Humour, PSNI, PSNI Vehicles, Raoul Moat, Raymond Kennedy, SDLP, Ulster, Wendy Austin, Willie McCrea
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Good news for me re the airport charges. Get in there!
Ok Mannfred, what does ‘occlusal’ mean? And don’t be googling it.
I don’t know what your problem is with Windy Austin Texas is. I think the quality of Seamus Rafferty’s toadying has been damaged on Good Morning Unionists since her departure. That crawling needs Wendy’s approval.
Signed
East Belfast Protestant Lady
Did Mr L just make a graph which shows how wendy fills her daily slot? I think Im going to be sick.
Ah Wendy, the thinking man’s Donna Traynor.
Would it be worth a punt on paul berry?
Id love to run my fingers up and down the side of…….an accordien.
I’d happily put a couple of hundred pounds on him…that’s lbs not £s.
Leave my bonfire alone, lawnmower man
Nice one Arty, did you get to lamp any Firemen?
I flirted outrageously
Well Pimp My Ride!! very seasonal but can it play “Greensleeves” up the Falls? 99s Anyone?
Are you referring to the Landrover or McCrea?
And don’t tell me to stick a Flake in it!!
There’s a bounty out for you. Now stop quoting UTV news. The indignity.
You are LondonDairy Milking it now Arty.
Wright really looks worried about the prospect of willys new album. smasher issue again.
And the proposed first single, ‘Deep in my heart there’s a…handful of .22s’
The Lawnmower success goes continental as we look in from Tenerife. It’s Fear and Grass Clippings in Los Cristianos.
And how appropriate from the man who took the ‘intental’ out of continental. Fear of course being the Irish word for grass as it goes.