You seem to be completely unaware (no surprise there) that it’s the people who shout about their supposed intelligence are the dimmest of the breed. A potent mixture of ignorance and lack of self awareness. I’ve yet to see a single objective sign of intelligence from you, just really, really cringeworthy analogies as an attempt to mirror wit and intellect.
You can surely do better than this? How many times can one elderly, delusional man continue to make a show of themselves and come back for more? I guess we’ll find out…
Is “terrible terrible amusing” the correct terminology here? I’m afraid (lacking confidence and 3rd. level education) to make a contradictory comment, but it doesn’t sound right to me. Forgive the intrusion.
Big Chris Morris fan meself. Along with Frank McAvennie, Joe Miller, Andy Walker, Mick McCarthy, Billy Stark and Mark McGhee, he was one of a number of shrewd signings by Billy McNeill in 1987 that led Celtic to a famous double.
I rode a thousand women, captained my county in the Tony Forristal tournament, scored all my teams goals and points as we won the tournament, and got interviewed for the Sunday Independent’s LIFE magazine over a boozy dinner at Hugo’s restaurant, which opened specially for me for the occasion. All in one day.
Happy Day was a cracker, it was their biggest hit,
I kissed a girl that I was pure mad about when they played it at Sir Henry’s during UCC rag week in the early 90s, just in the middle of what was basically a mosh, a beautiful moment
You had you’re head turned away but I knew,
You were smiling cause you always do
