I’m not happy about this news. I’m fucking ecstatic (even though I’m Scottish...) and it has been far too long coming. I’m not going to be patronising and say something twee like “gee, welcome to the 21st Century, Ireland!” or some ignorant shit like that. But what I’m going to say is this.

I’m going to shout now.

The Catholic child-fondlers are starting to panic over here in the UK and Ireland. They don’t like realising that they’re losing power and influence and, my god, this is the biggest punch in the face they’ve received in a good few years, even more so than the Equal Marriage referendum. They’re losing. And they’ll…

SAVE THE EIGHTH CAMPAIGN HAS CONCEDED DEFEAT!!!!

Someone just posted a picture of the results from a ballot box in Dublin Central - 132 votes cast, one spoiled...119 in favour and only twelve saying no. Whoopsie.

Oh yes, the cunts have been over to Ireland. They’re also visible here in Scotland, standing outside the entrance to the Queen Elizabeth in Glasgow. The fucking wanknuggets will even cross themselves as you leave!

I’m over the water in the UK, but I’ve been following this with a vested interest in how it turns out. You see, my boyfriend is Irish (at least, by birth, but he’s lived here since he was six weeks old and yeah, he did put on the accent when he was trying to chat me up. Hey, it worked!) and he comes from a pretty…

Fuck you, Harvey. Tell you what, shithead, you get yourself chemically castrated (or physically, either option is useful) and then we’ll talk. Fucking wankpot.

You know, she’s doing awfully well towards getting herself struck off a list of people who may deserve a Royal Warrant....

She’s out of her depth when it comes to breathing, it would seem.

Evil. Fucking. Rancid. Cunt.

Eh, in my family we don’t give cut flowers as a gift. Sorry, but you’ll either get a big-ass succulent or a fruit tree.

But if it’s rainwater and your target is Tally-ho Laaaahren, you might melt her!

Lava?

One of my favourite films!

I’m sorry, but that cover on the left? WTF? What’s with the cheesecake pose from the wee strumpet in the front?!

I’m sorry, but that cover on the left? WTF? What’s with the cheesecake pose from the wee strumpet in the front?!

Even though she’s a fashionable gluten-intolerant and she can’t even spell Coeliac. She’s also a carb-whore.

I admit - I howled at the first one. The “indigenous history” cover made me feel a bit itchy...