Two Boobs Good, Four Boobs Better!

We were going to give this to you in one go, but it would have been a bit much to trawl through, so we decided to break it up in to two.

In case you missed it, here’s the FIRST round. Read More

This past week we had two incidents that reminded me of an issue that only crops up when the pro cyclists get caught doping or some Bulgarian weightlifter is discovered with massive amounts of testosterone in her system, which explained why her voice is deeper than Harry Connick Jr. Read More

We’ve been hearing nothing but election rubbish since 2008 when the opposition wanted them out, but true to FF stubbornness they behaved like Dáil squatters and weren’t to be moved.

But now it’s happening and the clever fucks are making it look like they’re giving it to us because it’s what we want, not because they’ll be fucked out if they keep carrying on the way they have been doing.

And so this coming Friday we all take to the ballot boxes and choose another bunch of people who’ll tell us we have to tighten our belts while they walk around with inflated salaries, expenses and pensions.

Election posters went up faster than planning permission could be applied for, local signs for small businesses taken down to make way for them and away we go.

I’m personally sick to the teeth of election posters.  We hear nothing from these swines and they expect us to vote them back into a job based on their photo?

Never mind voting them in, I reckon we should hire Simon Cowell to run the place and we can vote the fuckers out based on their performance each week.

But being the immature man that I am I try to look out for sexy politicians when I’m out and about and being harassed by them and their volunteers.  But instead what do I find?

Mary O’Rourke staring down at me.

Careful Now

Or Ivana Bacik looking confused and disgusted in equal measure at her own poster, that’s aside from having the name of a cartoon villain.

Down with this sort of thing

At least Hearny isn’t “running” again.

But never mind the politics and empty promises and back hand funded campaigns, let’s get down to the real business of politics.  The hot chicks.

Politics doesn’t seem to attract the kind of hot chicks that we’d like to see.  We’d probably pay a bit more attention if it did.

So we’ve trawled through the candidates to come up with our Top 10 nominees for your vote and we’re going to put them to a vote.

If they were running for government with a few to becoming the minister for the newly appointed Department of Boobs, who would you vote for?*

In no particular order let’s look at the nominees….

Welcome on board Boob Noob, Tiger.  We reckon he’ll fit in nicely here with the rest of us, I mean just check out his first piece!

Maxi

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Nothing is more manly than a head full of useless information.  It’s used to break the silence in an awkward first date with that stripper you convinced that you were hung like a baby donkey and wealthier than an Eastern European human trafficker who smuggles people over borders on a donkey because he’s too cheap to spring for a van. Read More

Had this video just land in our inbox and we just had to share it. Read More

Every man, at some point in his life will grow a beard, or some kind of facial hair.

From the earliest point in our lives we try to grow face fuzz as some sort of proof that we are in fact a testicle carrying, woman unsatisfying man. Read More

Jokes, sometimes they’re really clever and comedians spend hours writing and re-writing jokes to get them just right.  Some jokes are meant to be clean and funny because of clever observation and well constructed rhythm in delivery. Read More

While in the local off licence looking for more of that fucking awesome Banana Bread Beer, I had to settle for something else, as it was sold out.

I knew I wasn’t the only one who liked it. Read More