Monthly Archives: August 2010

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That’s right, he’s the son of Dan Quayle. And his bid for Congress has just run into a bit of a problem.

Turns out he’s involved (under a pseudonym) with a website that posts pictures of pretty young women, then invites commenters to nitpick their appearance.

Hah!

Wait.

What?

What a day. Thursday, according to the so-called experts.

Larry Murphy got out of prison. MOD came out (or did he?). And Lorraine promised to spill the beans (That those beans may be from Lidl is neither here nor there).

We told the Pope we don’t believe in talking snakes (Talking cats. That’s a different matter). We exposed the Old Lady as grammar’s foe while witnessing furry hip hop, bored Norwegians and the evil manifest in the Google Death Star. 

We saw animals of every stripe. A rodent who was a deer (and a dear), a cat with only stumps for legs and a similarily legless Mr. Brian Cowen TD.

See you bright and early (9am) tomorrow with more hard news, expert analysis and soft creatures.

An incredible 42 hours after publishing what some have described as the most poorly-subbed article in its 151-year history, the Irish Times has failed to apologise, or make any reparation in the light of last Tuesday’s ‘Trappatoni To Stay In Hospital Overnight’ article snafu.

Irish Times Editor Geraldine Kennedy, a widely acknowledged hard-liner on grammar, was unavailable for comment, we imagine.

Unconfirmed reports of thousands of flies swarming behind the windows of the paper’s Tara Street offices suggest that chaos reigns there now.

(Justice For Baby Louise)