Why Can't Ya Just Bend Over And Take It Like The Welsh Did?

Adams grapples with a Knudsenite sans cap.

Fighting erupted in South Belfast's lower Ormeau road today. The annual pilgrimage to the former home of Old Knudsen which is marked by the plaque "Old Knudsen shat here" was marred by protests from bitter Taigs and angry Fenians who claim that Old Knudsen's recent posts on the run up to St Patrick's day have been racist and hateful and make the Irish out to be 4th class citizens (the Welsh are above them) who are a bit thick or 'tick' as they would pronounce it.
Gerry Adams the Sinn Fein leader gathered his usual gang from all over Belfast to protest on the Ormeau road. They held up signs that said "flag the hater" and "lower the price on beer". The peaceful protest soon escalated into violence when one of the Knudsenites (all of whom wear flat caps and old man masks and carry fake wooden legs) shouted to the crowd " if ya don't like it click next blog ya stupid Bogtrotters " to this Gerry Adams angrily shouted, "suck my Fenian cock" and charged at the police line that separated the two groups.
The pilgrimage commission will meet on July the 14th to discuss the route the Knudsenites take when they step off the bus and cross the road to the abandoned blocked up hoose to celebrate the greatest Blogger of all time.

Old Knudsen commented earlier "why do birds suddenly appear, everytime you are near?" it seems he just got a refill on his medication.

I suspect the Fenians are using ringers.

Tune in for more alcohol fueled hate tomorrow on St Paddy's day when Old Knudsen asks the question, "Was that St Patrick fella a cunt or what?"

Total Blasphemy.

JESUS WAS IRISH

1. He lived at home until he was thirty.
2. Just before he died, he went out drinking with his buddies.
3. His mother thought he was God.
4. He thought his mother was a virgin.




Everyone knows Jesus McChrist was Scottish, not only can ya tell by the name but if he was Irish his eyes would be closer together and he'd be dressed in a shell suit.

PROTESTANT? PROSTITUTE?

Colleen had not been home for over five years. Upon her return her father cussed her. "Where have ye been all this time? Why did ye not write to us, not even a line? Why didn't ye call? Can ye not understand what ye put yer old mum thru?

Colleen replied, "Dad... I became a prostitute."

"Ye what!!? Out of here, ye shameless harlot! Sinner! You're a disgrace to this family.""OK, Dad-- as ye wish. I just came back to give mum this luxurious fur coat, title deed to a ten-bedroom mansion plus a savings certificate for $5 million.

For me little brother Sean, this gold Rolex and for ye Daddy, the sparkling new Mercedes limited edition convertible that's parked outside plus a membership to the country club....(takes a breath).... and an invitation for ye all to spend New Years Eve on board my new yacht in the Riviera, and...""Now what was it ye said ye had become?" says Dad.

Colleen said, "A prostitute Dad!"

"Oh! Be Jesus! Ye scared me half to death, girl! I thought ye said a Protestant.

Come here and give yer old man a hug!"

POOR OLD MURPHY

Old man Murphy had worked down at the brewery for years, but one day he just wasn't paying attention and he tripped on the walkway and fell over into the beer vat and drowned.

The foreman thought it should be his job to inform the widow Murphy of her old man's death.
He showed up at the front door and rang the bell.

When she came to the door, he said, "I'm sorry to tell you, but poor old Murphy passed away at work today when he fell into the vat and drowned."

She wept and covered her face with her apron and after a time, between sobs, she asked, "Tell me, did he suffer?"

"I don't think so," said the for man, "He got out three times to go to the men's room."