Aussies are bad winners but they are horrible losers. Their media has given Ireland zero credit the last few days. LOL ya really are a shower of c**** and I hope England hammer ya at the weekend.
I'm Irish and I'm supporting the old enemy..that says alot for your pathetic nation. Sore losers. PS you will always play second fiddle to the mighty blacks beside you when it comes to the aul rugby.
I'm Irish and I'm supporting the old enemy..that says alot for your pathetic nation. Sore losers. PS you will always play second fiddle to the mighty blacks beside you when it comes to the aul rugby.
I'm Irish and I'm supporting the old enemy..that says alot for your pathetic nation. Sore losers. PS you will always play second fiddle to the mighty blacks beside you when it comes to the aul rugby.
I'm Irish and I'm supporting the old enemy..that says alot for your pathetic nation. Sore losers. PS you will always play second fiddle to the mighty blacks beside you when it comes to the aul rugby.
look for Topper Ace .. he's an experienced local drinker ... he'll have an extra or two in his knapsack for you
... fancy kicking you out of the bar early ... it ain't right
look for Topper Ace .. he's an experienced local drinker ... he'll have an extra or two in his knapsack for you... fancy kicking you out of the bar early ... it ain't right
Sad to report the tragic death of Ace Jack Double Suited alias Seamus, alias Paddy.
When the I.R.A.heard that he was barracking for England against Australia they put a molotov cocktail through his window.
SUNDAY BLOODY SUNDAY
Sad to report the tragic death of Ace Jack Double Suited alias Seamus, alias Paddy.When the I.R.A.heard that he was barracking for England against Australia they put a molotov cocktail through his window.SUNDAY BLOODY SUNDAY
Jacques Chirac, The French President, is sitting in his office when his telephone rings. "Hallo, Mr. Chirac!" a heavily accented voice said. "This is Paddy down at the Harp Pub in County Clare, Ireland. I am ringing to inform you that we are officially declaring war on you!"
"Well, Paddy," Chirac replied, "This is indeed important news! How big is your army?"
"Right now," says Paddy, after a moment's calculation, "there is meself, me Cousin Sean, me next door neighbour Seamus, and the entire darts team from the pub. That makes eight!"
Chirac paused. "I must tell you, Paddy, that I have 100,000 men in my army waiting to move on my command."
"Begoora!" says Paddy. "I'll have to ring you back."
Sure enough, the next day, Paddy calls again. "Mr. Chirac, the war is still on. We have managed to get us some infantry equipment!"
"And what equipment would that be Paddy?" Chirac asks.
"Well, we have two combines, a bulldozer, and Murphy's farm tractor."
Chirac sighs amused. "I must tell you, Paddy, that I have 6,000 tanks and 5,000 armored personnel carriers. Also, I have increased my army to 150,000 since we last spoke."
"Saints preserve us!" says Paddy. "I'll have to get back to you."
Sure enough, Paddy rings again the next day. "Mr. Chirac, the war is still on! We have managed to get ourselves airborne! We have modified Jackie McLaughlin's ultra-light with a couple of shotguns in the cockpit, and four boys from the Shamrock Bar have joined us as well!"
Chirac was silent for a minute and then cleared his throat. "I must tell you, Paddy, that I have 100 bombers and 200 fighter planes. My military bases are surrounded by laser-guided, surface-to-air missile sites. And since we last spoke, I have increased my army to 200,000!"
"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!" says Paddy, "I will have to ring you back."
Sure enough, Paddy calls again the next day. "Top o' the mornin', Mr. Chirac! I am sorry to inform you that we have had to call off the war."
"Really? I am sorry to hear that Paddy," says Chirac. "Why the sudden change of heart?"
"Well," says Paddy, "we had a long chat over a few pints of Guinness, and decided there is no freakin' way we can feed 200,000 prisoners."
Jacques Chirac, The French President, is sitting in his office when his telephone rings. "Hallo, Mr. Chirac!" a heavily accented voice said. "This is Paddy down at the Harp Pub in County Clare, Ireland. I am ringing to inform you that we are official
You scored a freaky try from a kick and a try from an intercept. If that intercept hadn't have happened it was 7 pts Australia. Like all NH sides got nothing in attack.
You scored a freaky try from a kick and a try from an intercept. If that intercept hadn't have happened it was 7 pts Australia. Like all NH sides got nothing in attack.
Aussies were a bit "Out of Sorts" again today chaps! 8k worth of damage you Aussies caused in the Aviva last week...god knows what you caused in Twickers! LOL!In fairness the Poms deserved to win:)
Aussies were a bit "Out of Sorts" again today chaps! 8k worth of damage you Aussies caused in the Aviva last week...god knows what you caused in Twickers! LOL!In fairness the Poms deserved to win:)
Oh dear,i thought this sort of thread was a thing of the past but sadly since Mugsy'ss release from Pooftas Paradise the natives faced with a superior mind have yet
again reverted to cretinous moronic racism.
FWIW i believe the op to be only half right.....the aussies are certainly horrible losers but as for them being bad winners....who knows.
Oh dear,i thought this sort of thread was a thing of the past but sadly since Mugsy'ss release from Pooftas Paradise the natives faced with a superior mind have yet again reverted to cretinous moronic racism.FWIW i believe the op to be only half righ
good to see my stalker back at work, don't get too pissed over xmas Hartley...oooops silly me, your never sober you drunkard hoof sniffer.
its a sad time for me, my daughter is depressed in Dublin, over for a wedding, she reckons its fcuking boring and cold and everyone wants to escape.
I told her if she comes across a retard who sniffs horses hoofs, kick him in the nuts for me...I paused and said , "wait a minute, he aint got any balls
good to see my stalker back at work, don't get too pissed over xmas Hartley...oooops silly me, your never sober you drunkard hoof sniffer.its a sad time for me, my daughter is depressed in Dublin, over for a wedding, she reckons its fcuking boring an