You just called him âthe great Bill McLarenâ.
I did in the first post too
And then you called him a cunt.
Also, on your assertion that one cunt is best placed to identify another one, this is, by and large, erroneous.
A cunt is actually the last person you would want to identify another cunt as being a cunt - they are highly likely to think of the other cunt as not a cunt.
Conversely, somebody who is identified as a cunt, by a cunt, is unlikely to be a cunt.
The moral of the story is: the judgement of cunts is not to be trusted.
A Scotch muckyheartick
I think youâre a cunt and Iâm unsure where that leaves me going by the rationale of your last post?
in fairness, weâre all cunts and not to be trusted
Iâm a fella thatâd cut ya for the coat on your back
Is Micheal a cunt?
I think so.
Itâs disappointing to find out these perceived harmless sorts turn out to be absolute cunts. John B Keane, Micheal O Muircheartaigh, Bill McClaren etc. I heard Bill O Herlihy was a tyrant to work for.
Oâ Herlihy was an absolute dick
Working for Tobacco etc etc
Thatâs OK, mate. I donât think youâre a cunt, just a harmless rural sort, sort of like that chap with the Offaly jersey that always stands in the same spot in OâConnor Park and stands in the background of post-match interviews there, except you also have a penchant for taking pictures of your different pairs of shoes and posting them on the internet, and as far as I know he doesnât.
Shit, Iâm even more confused now, Iâve never loved further than a couple of miles from a city centre.
Thatâs because hookers tend not be based more than a couple of miles from a city centre.
Youâve played no sports and havenât seen the light of day since you returned from Australia with your tea in a mug. Yet you argue against people with proper life experience. By your own rationale, most of your own opinions are therefore worthless.
Youâve played no sports and havenât seen the light of day since you returned from Australia with your tea in a mug. Yet you argue against people with proper life experience. By your own rationale, most of your own opinions are therefore worthless.
Says the man whose entire life experience is documented in this thread:
The Hangover It was early on a Wednesday morning, Mac pulled himself up off the couch, half-disorientated and reeking of booze. Empty cans of Guinness strewn all over the floor with dribbles of vomit traipsing down his plaid shirt. Awkwardly making his way over to the kitchen sink, bare-footed and making no effort to avoid the wreckage of the previous night he filled himself a pint of water and venomously grabbed the paracetamol box from the top shelf. âFuck itâ, he barked, the paracetamol boâŚ
We are going to have to recognise Brian Moore as an alright sort. Who would have predicted that?
We are going to have to recognise Brian Moore as an alright sort. Who would have predicted that
Irrespective of his cuntishness his rubgyness rules him out