Wednesday, August 23, 2006

WedAug23 Demon Eye...

My right eye is not-so-right:


Ew!

Ray
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Wednesday, August 16, 2006

WedAug16 Bills, Bills, Bills...

I saved €97.63 on my mobile phone bill this month! Changed over to a new tariff, spend all my free time making calls, and still saved nearly a hundred squids. Sweet!

Speaking of paying the bills, Rick clarifies 2FM's position with regard to where the money comes from. You'll remember my earlier post where I wish I worked in RTÉ, just so I can have an extra pair of hands to write my blog for me. I did actually know 2FM makes enough money to run itself and my licence fee doesn't go toward Gerry Ryan's bacon butty's or Marty Whelan's step classes. I was just bitching for the sake of it.

Although it's nice to know you're reading here, Richard. Unless you get one of your minions to read it for you and give you notes. That's N.O.T.E.S. dear. Two sugars please.

Joking!

I don't take sugar.

Ray

Thursday, August 10, 2006

ThurAug10 Phone Pics...

This exciting set of images was trapped in my phone (Nokia 6230i), but now they're free! Free to roam the informationsuperhighway forever more!

An arty ad for Henieken:


JP auditions for a George A. Romero flick:


Me. Or is that Justin Timberlake? Yeah, it's just Justin.


The madra.


Adios.

Ray
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WedAug09 Taxpayer's Money...

I see RTÉ are spoiling their DJ's with far too many staff with far too much time on their hands. You can see for yourself on Rick O'Shea's blog, where he has some RTÉ minion writing his blog for him now! So now you know where the tax dollars are going, floks. The bloody Rick O'Shea weblog, that's where.

How cushy is that? If I asked Today FM for a lackey to do my blog for me I'd be asked two questions:
  1. What's a blog?
  2. What's a blog?
Then I'd be told to fuck right off. JP? Fuck's sake, he can't even write his own name, let alone a blog entry.

Oh, I wish I worked in RTÉ.

That's all I have to say.

Ray

Sunday, August 06, 2006

SunAug06 Back Online...

... and the livin' is easy!

So, here I am, back online and better late than never. There's been some shit going on for the past couple of weeks not to mention the filling-in for other people, etc, etc - anyway, I'm back now and fully committed to the website again.

It's fucking August already! That means September's only a few weeks away, and so is school and college! Bollicks! I was thinking of going back to college myself this year (hey, quit laughing there at the back) to study History (I said quit the laughing) but I couldnt be arsed. I wouldn't mind doing something, but I don't want to do a four-year degree again. Sure, my first one took me six years to do. So no college for me. For now.

Hi to the lovely guys on boards.ie again. I had a look over at their radio board, where I'm called a whole range of expletives. Limerickman asks an innocent enough question, to which the reply is all dicussion about the Blast is banned! BANNED I tell you! I couldn't be happier.

Anyway, he wants to know if the PodBlast is back, and yes - yes it is! Two new episodes are online on iTunes for you to "enjoy"." You can get episodes 10 and 11 now! Click here for more info on the iTunes magic. In episode 11, you can hear us talk about this:

and this:

What an eejit. Download the PodBlast for more.

Anyway, I'll be updating a little more regularly from now on...

Ray

SunAug06 One-Liners...

Moz emails:

I'm so hungry I'd eat a small child

She had a face on her like a well slapped arse

Your' as welcome as a fart in a spacesuit

My mouth's as dry as a nuns crack

He thinks manual labour is a Spanish musician

As funny as a burning orphanage

He's so camp, he shites tent pegs

I'm as sick as a plane to Lourdes

I feel like a boiled sh1te (hungover)

(when leaving) I'm off like a debs dress

As busy as the dalkey dole office

Sweatin' like a paedophile in a Barney suit

As tight as a nun's knickers

I'm so horny I'd get up on the crack of dawn

I'd crawl a million miles across broken glass to kiss the exhaust of the van

That took her dirty knickers to the laundry.

Up and down like a hoor's knickers

No show pony but would do for a ride around the house

Did your mother find out who your father is yet?

What would ye expect from a pig but a grunt

I left her with a face like a painters radio

A mickey the size of a double-value can of Right Guard

Jaysus, she could breastfeed a crèche

As fit as a butcher's dog

She ' s got more chins than a Chinese phone book

Not even the tide would take her out

Mother Teresa wouldn 't kiss her

Daz wouldn't shift her

Des Kelly wouldn't lay her

A sniper wouldn't take her out

Jaysus, ya wouldn't ride her into battle

If I'd a bag of bruised willies I wouldn't give her one

She has a face on her like a bulldog that's just licked p*ss off a nettle

She wouldn't get a kick in a stampede

She had a f@nny like a badly packed kebab

If I'd a garden full of mickeys I wouldn't let her look over the wall