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cant wait for my birthday

I Think its That Kid Damien

My Dream TDs....

Deputy Harry Potter

Saved the world from Voldemort, owns a killer invisablity cloak and so bang on the trends this season with those fab nerd glasses...

Deputy Tyra Banks

Could rule the world, and we'd all be fierce bitches who could all totally smile with our eyes...

Deputy Barack Obama

Defo be a candidate for north Dublin, past law babe, went to havard and just look at that indie babe pose.....

But instead iv got pascal donoghue and tony gregory, bit of a let down....

You know Whats its Like

YOU really wanted an EP ticket, didnt have the money or job due to your totally shit trinity arts course timetable so you make a deal with the devil; promise to take over from Raymonda. Thats right, clean the house from top to bottom every Saturday till the €245 is paid off. I know, right!

(Every desperate housewife's fantasy)

Don't despair though, here are a few pointers to get you through.

1. Kicking/spreading the dirt around is totally an acceptable form of cleaning

2.Its ok to consider Veeting the dog for all the shedding

3.Using someone's toothbrush is always fun to clean the gross bits, just make sure it actually is someone else's

4.Anything you find is now yours

and finally number 5.

Take before and after pictures to show unsatisfied mammys. Their Catholic guilt will kick in once they've seen the state of the before shots and wont complain. and its quite alright to stage and exaggerate the before photos, just dont get carried away as you'll still have to clean it up.

Have Fun!

They're going out in hope Monica!

Noel Rock gets locked in Doyles. He's getting my vote. Wharra babe?

Top tip #1 from Monica Kelly the ultimate sartorialist: If you have to the leave the house and you're not looking you're finest (we've all been there when we just can't find our durag) just slap on a pair of sunnies. Come hail rain or shine you'll never be caught off gaurd and if you do happen to get papped you'll still look like Viky Becky!

Andrew Munnelly says that this blog is better than porn!

Stacey Stack and Niamh Kelly are local residents in the Dublin 9 vicinity. I was out doing the rounds scouting for some Hedwig queens when i bumped into this stylin' duo. They informed me of a blitz sale in Tesco on all the latest indie toys. They snapped up this power ranger kite at the bargain price of €1! "Fashion is not something that exists in dresses only. Fashion is in the sky, in the street, fashion has to do with ideas, the way we live, what is happening.” Coco would love one a them kites...xo

Excuse the divergence, but

and never mail me again.

Jesus, it's Britney

I was on the EP site looking up some bands i haven't heard before so i youtubed 'Marina and the Diamonds', liking what i heard i visited her myspace and came across that picture. Felt the need to post. Her songs are pretty damn good, defo seeing her.

http://www.myspace.com/marinaandthediamonds

'Mowgli's Road' good song.

And now you know

Nude onesies and tinsel's where its at this summer.
Obvi.

via fashionista
p.s I spy a D.I.Y!

D.I.Whynot? ver 2.0

While skiving off some notes writing and chair twirling i decided to doodle upon an old white t shirt of mine and..


Voila! Some rip-off chanel for less than €1 and 5 minutes. Keeping in mind this was a first attempt just think what you can do, send me pictures and the best submission gets a blue peter badge. Just make sure Kaiser Karl doesn't spot you, i hear he sues. And frequently.

Bubblegum tank?

Remeber t.A.T.u? Have a look at this. Alot going on

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TypdkNG0Yvo

So they have the Russian Army choir in the back, at the side drummer boys, on the left a fighter jet on the right (my fave) a pink flowery tank and what looks like to be the cast of H.S.M dancing in the back with flamingo/babooshka type dancers? behind Troy and Chad.

Topped off with smoke, flashing lights and flames.

Get your Jai Ho on

See you there Foley

http://ww2.buttonfactory.ie/profile.php?ID=1837

That, my friends, is a 224 word palindrome

Dammit I'm mad.
Evil is a deed as I live.
God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt.
To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss.
Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help?
Man, it is hot. I'm in it. I tell.
I am not a devil. I level "Mad Dog".
Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp,
In my halo of a mired rum tin.
I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin.
Is evil in a clam? In a trap?
No. It is open. On it I was stuck.
Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web.
Be still if I fill its ebb.
Ew, a spider… eh?
We sleep. Oh no!
Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position.
Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name.
Both, one… my names are in it.
Murder? I'm a fool.
A hymn I plug, deified as a sign in ruby ash,
A Goddam level I lived at.
On mail let it in. I'm it.
Oh, sit in ample hot spots. Oh wet!
A loss it is alas (sip). I'd assign it a name.
Name not one bottle minus an ode by me:
"Sir, I deliver. I'm a dog"
Evil is a deed as I live.
Dammit I'm mad.

Written by Demetri Martin, distract yourselves (but don't feel so bad about it cos he's real clever) here.
Mmm nerd babe, sweet

Embrace the pear my arse...

Pear Bulmers is for Pearverts! If you're brave enough to be papped whilst drinking this doort, make sure your ears are polished, because no doubt your PEARverted ear will keep slipping out au natural! Pear Bulmers and pearverts ear = almost too gay to function...xo

100th blog post!!!

Thank you to all our loyal followers, for reading our blog for this long. Well chuffed! Coming up tommorow we'll have some posts on the "Recession Rangers," and we'll be dishing the dirt on some of the politicians running for general election in the Dublin 9 area. Don't miss...
But for now I'll leave you with a little rap/ parody my friend Niamh and I made up last year when Fianna Fail weren't so unpopular.
Here goes:
Vote Fianna Fail
Vo Vote Fianna Fail
We'll be whopper in the Dail
Deadly benefits for ya'll
F*ck Roisin Shorthall
Don't diss your neighbour
By voting for labour
Ye ain't got no game
If you vote for Sin Fein
If you ain't representin'
You aint getting a mention
So vote for the taoiseach
Or we'll kick you in the cock
Yearn for Ahearn
Ye Yearn for Ahearn



Hedwig xo

Last of the Small Town Playboys

SO there i was tripping down grafton street on my way to the north side where I feel most at ease when this beastly hag troll with her oversized, over priced fugly tote bag in the crook of her arm smacked me in the pervert´s ear and knocked my earphones out. Yeah, she was that taller than me.

She didn´t think to stop or throw an apology over her fake baked shoulder, instead she made a beeline for BT2s or Cafe En Seine or some shite like that.

She should know that the recession is here, her time is over, she should get over herself and she should realise she´s no Regina George or Cher.

So I just called her a cunt and continued on my way. Bit harsh maybe,satisfying yes.

p.s. i just saved a baby magpie from being eaten by a bigger one. sweet

whatever happened to reebok classics

In work at the weekend whilst having heated discussions with over-protective parents about the ethics of heels on children's shoes, the difficult dilemma of open V peep-toe sandals and whether or not geox shoes really can breathe or are the manufacturers just pulling the invisibility cloak over our eyes (I realise it doesn't make sense but it needed a HP reference),I decided if I ever have children they will be sweet hippy kids who will not own shoes until puberty or maybe college and they will be named after plants and herbs.

I think all fans of Hedwig should vow never to become prissy parents.



p.s if anyone does I'll get the pervert squad after you and we'll rob your shoes







pervert police riot van

A New Reference Grammar Of Modern Spanish

i found this

Ode to a new breed of creep

Today while on the way home from my venture into town (more on this later) I had a first. While choosing my clothes this morning I was looking for airy on top as I knew constrictive clothes were not gonna be my friends when it came to struggling up hills on a bike. This bike, although admittedly possessing a certain rickety charm, while going uphill very quickly reminds me of the whole lack of gears and properly working pedals situation. In the morningheadfog I grabbed at a favourite giant black t shirt of mine and took whichever skirt was sitting atop the pile that was once a chair. This skirt was a small pale purple one that previously I wouldn’t have described as obscenely short, to my peril it would seem. I was navigating my way up past the hill 16 bar, this is a big hill. It was also warm today, you can safely assume I was not looking my best. The traffic lights turned red and so, relishing the chance for a rest I pulled up and stopped beside a car. I then noticed a man in the backseat of this car staring at me. Now, in the past I, like many, have experienced that whole staring at the chest thing (despite my obvious lacking in this particular area) which although unpleasant enough is, at some level, to be expected. However I noticed this man’s glance was lower. What could he be looking at I wondered... suddenly it dawned on me. This strange man in a car was staring at my crotch, my crotch?! Seriously? I was wearing black woollen tights, there was nothing to see! Also, what the hell..who even does that? I stared pointedly at this man until he glanced up, caught my eye and did the whole creepy nod thing kinda like Joey in friends but much weirder...mostly probably because he then resumed staring at my crotch ‘till the lights turned green. This is new to me. A whole other experience. Crotch creeping? Gusset ganderers? Is this a trend I missed? Has anyone else come across this ever?!

I typed creepy man into google and this is what came up, meh. Least he's staring at her chest, Joe Simpson knows how to treat his daughters. No one can deny the man that...