I am feeling a wee bit Craggy Island Irish today. Feck! Maybe it was the Guinness I just drowned by sorrows in due to twisting my ankle while following Boog as he walked The Terrorist. Perhaps. I have been trying to channel James Joyce since I have nothing today, and this writer’s block will not be tolerated during the year-long Cult of Insanity. Suddenly, like a blinding flash of the obvious (now forever to be known as BFO’s), I fecking remembered the fecktacular Father Ted.
Feck responsibly, or feck off!
Fecking teenage feckfaces! What a fecking week!
“BFO’s” LOL!
That clip was hilarious!
Sorry to hear about the ankle and writer’s block…indeed, this is going to be a long. year.
HAHAHAHAHA!! “‘ride me sideways’ is another one.” I’m DYING here!
Thanks for the fecking laugh!!!
HAHAHA.
I love Father Ted. What a great loss Dermot Morgan was.
@ Nicholas: I was sure you would appreciate the Father Ted clip.