Today’s Irish Times.
Precocious tyke.
*places Rupert over knee*
Election 2016 – reaching out to the undecided voters (Irish Times letters)
Via Mary Minihan
Everything. As It Happens.
Today’s Irish Times.
Precocious tyke.
*places Rupert over knee*
Election 2016 – reaching out to the undecided voters (Irish Times letters)
Via Mary Minihan
Same thing happened to me when I was about the same age. Canvasser rocks up, about 2pm in the day “Is your mammy or daddy home?”, I responded no, because it was 2pm in the day. Then Emmett Stagg himself rocks up, says to canvasser “Leave it, come on”, and two of them walked off.
Maybe he mistook me for a rentboy, who can say ^_^
Calm down Rupert, you crank
He’s just practicing for when he retires and can write angry letters all day long
Much more interested in the letter below this, what does it say?
Full text:
“Enda Kenny has been in Dáil Éireann since 1975. For 40 years, he has not taught in a school. He has not registered with the Teaching Council and has long since outgrown the leather patches he once sported on either elbow. And yet he has taught my body to respond, with a fierce country urgency, to the manly Mayo timbre of his voice. One word, however halting, and my décolletage heaves like the white haunches of a pony at a point-to-point. If I could describe to you the gush of desire that floods down through my torso, you would throw away your underpants and your inhibitions, and join me here in his hydrangeas, hoping for one glimpse of glory through the tassels of his bedroom blinds.”
It’s signed Marie-Louise.
:)
Fantastic.
Tremendous
Superb!
That’s wonderful :)
http://youtu.be/UZpx9AR5UPc
This has happened to me at 32. But I was staying in a very nice house at the time. It doesn’t happen in my current place because my parents wouldn’t fit in here with me.
It’s a bit like the old joke
A salesman knocks on a door and a little kid answers with a cigar in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other.
‘Oh, I’m sorry”, says the salesman, “are your Mum or Dad at home?”
The kid looks at the whiskey and cigar and says
“What do you fooking think?”
Yep.
Old.
But Leather Jacket Guy just offered me 20 euro for it.
Bertie, you can get more than twenty quid out of that fool.
Think again, he’s from Cavan.
That explains why he’s giving me 50 cent a week for 40 weeks.
Linky linky :
Sir, – Enda Kenny has been in Dáil Éireann since 1975. For 40 years, he has not taught in a school. He is not registered with the Teaching Council and could not, therefore, be employed by any school in the country. To those who use “teacher” as a term of abuse for politicians, Enda Kenny is not a teacher! – Yours, etc,
A “little” advice. Har har.
Happened me two weeks ago and I’m 31. Big deal. It’s a ticket to a quick exit, “no mammy & daddy are out, goodbye”
“24 and out the door!!”
Gerrou’ the fup!!
That’s a blackrock name, for sure.
Rah rah Rupert. I’m sure he has a brother called Hooray Henry.
Rupert the Bear-ly legal.
Fur, fupps sake
Can happen to the best
Just grin and ‘bear’ it Rupert
Don’t lie Rupert, they took one look at you and said, ‘this guys not going to the polls on Friday’.