Ah here.
Stephanie writes:
Bono described as a ‘prophet’, alongside Gandhi, and this is being taught in Catholic schools as part of the religious curriculum.
I was so incandescent with rage, I kept the homework handout and wrote a letter of complaint.
A tax avoiding hypocritical bellend in Cuban heels??
Gulp.
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Yeah, that’s stupid, but ‘I was so incandescent with rage, I kept the homework handout and wrote a letter of complaint.’ Calm down a little
“loose’ instead of “lose”, I suppose spelling isn’t too important anymore? Because when my mother was in school they were very strict on things like that, the nuns would crack her knuckles open with a cane.
was that supposed to give me an erection?
You have one coming up round about May
it wasn’t designed for that. but i feel happy finishing up my day knowing that i have the power to bone up dudes just from writing. a lot like alan shatter does.
ROFL
And Gandhi isn’t exactly an example either. He fought against all those who wanted to demolish the caste system.
https://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/books/features/thrill-of-the-chaste-the-truth-about-gandhis-sex-life-1937411.html
“But was there something more complex than a pious plea for chastity at play in Gandhi’s beliefs, preachings and even his unusual personal practices (which included, alongside his famed chastity, sleeping naked next to nubile, naked women to test his restraint)?”
That old chestnut, eh?
Those worried about the overdue influence of the Catholic Church in Irish schools should rest easy that this is the kind of guff many catholic schools feel empowered to teach.
Hah! Exactly.
They spelt ‘profit’ incorrectly.
“A tax avoiding hypocritical bellend in Cuban heels??” is an unusual way to sign off a letter but each to their own.
Facebook and Google employees don’t use mirrors. Bono is small fry.
Reminds me of that joke from when Roy Orbison died. He gets to the Pearly Gates and is met by Peter. Peter welcomes him, and tells him they have a special palace for musicians, and escorts him there personally.
When they arrive, Roy is awestruck as he recognises Beethoven, Bach, a few of the Strausses (not all, the one who started the waltz boom was barred), And spots Elvis chatting in a corner with Janis Joplin.
Then a figure, all dressed in black, wearing Cuban heels and wraparound sunglasses starts strutting through the room. Roy is aghast and turns to Peter and says ” I was not aware that Bono was dead!”
Peter puts his hands over his eyes and replies “No, that’s Jesus. He just wishes he was Bono!”
You messed up the punchline. It should be “Oh that’s just God pretending to be Bono”.
It comes from the whole Bono pretending to be God thing y’see..
Mmm, no, it works better in Slightly’s version…
There was also a variation on it:
“What’s the difference between God and Bono? God doesn’t walk through the streets of Dublin pretending to be Bono.”
And “Breakfast with Bono is the most self-important meal of the day” is quite good..
I thought Ghandi wore chappals, not heels ?
Can’t believe nobody has told the joke yet:
Because Ghandi had toughened feet from walking barefoot…and bad breath…he was a:
Super-calloused fragile-mystic with extreme-halitosis.
Hahaha, Paulus, I’ve meant to say this before but your comments regularly make me laugh; you’re very witty and I love how you understand words and use language – fair play to you :)
Ah thanks; blushing here.
(It’s an old joke btw).
Hee hee. Very good.
I thought Bono pays his personal taxes in Ireland. Am I wrong?