Why the internets must be banned.
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Tag Archives: Nonsense
More cake wrecking here.
Stay tuned. This is cake Wednesday.
It’s the question everyone (outside Tralee) is asking.
Why did Rozanna Purcell, above, a favourite to win Miss Universe, only end up with a top ten position?
After carefully analysing this handy slide-show, we are now satisfied that Rozanna’s decision to go the full `Krystal-orange’ was the fatal one.
Go on. Have a look if you don’t believe us.
Not you, Karl. Them.
The ‘readers’,
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oaQBrTROj2w
The terrorists have won. Fact.
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sigxi5nWjoU
Well you try and live under the threat of drive-by-stabbings.
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8y2uIhbzxO4
It’s 1991, it’s the Late Late, it’s Gay Byrne and Brendan Shine, liveblogged!
0:04 Byrne says “Hup”
0:06 Coming into view: Shine’s mars-bar fingers darting around his 80-button strap-on
0:21 No mention yet of “Paudjeen from Tullawaudjeen”
0:23 Closer look at band members: resemble cake decorations
0:34 Closer look at Nama-bound real estate under Shine’s chin.
0:38 First sign of sweat on Shine’s brow.
0:53 Chorus. Bemused silence from audience
0:57 Byrne can’t “hear” audience
1:03 Camera pans to Peter Sutcliffe on keyboards.
1:42 Byrne gives it some ‘Andre Previn’
1:45 Elderly couple begin singing different song.
1:49 Man, seated behind elderly couple, suffers stroke.
1:59 Shine’s chunky digits dance ‘twixt the buttons
2:13 Sax player keeps his powder dry
2:28 Shine adjusts stance while repositioning his breadbasket
2:42 Sheriff of Nottingham appears in the audience
3:00 Sheriff unconcerned by man in next seat with much larger head.
3:17 Shine grimaces as track ends. Lobby washed. Job done.
Inception.
The gift that keeps giving.
“Of course they have,” says Karl, lifting his head up from a batch of cheese. “That’s been on the net so long it’s practically from biblical times. Christ.”
Forgive Karl. He knows not what he says. Some of us haven’t spent our whole adult lives on the internets. And most of us passed our Junior Cert because we read more than Batman comics.. So neener, neener, Stan Leetard.
