Insults

[seafoid]

81. If it was raining soup, he'd be holding a fork.
82. Stickie.
83. West Brit.
84. Holy Joe.
85. Head-banger.
86. Distinguished bodhrán player.
87. As thick as manure but not as useful.
88. Brilliant but useless, like a lighthouse in a bog.
89. "Try the f***ing window!" (Charlie Haughey to a TD struggling to find the exit door in his wood-panelled office).
90. People need to know where the Taoiseach sleeps at night.
91. That's women for ye!
92. Droning on like a monsignor down a bad line from Medjugorje.
93. Trying to ask a question of the Taoiseach is like playing handball against a haystack.
94. You're only a waffler.
95. The evil of two lessers.
96. Creepin Jesuses.
97. Left-wing pinkoes.
98. He's just a shiver looking for a spine to run up (copyright former Australian prime minister Paul Keating – Irish granny rule invoked).
99. Ye're all a bunch of wife-swapping sodomites.
100. He has Irish Alzheimer's: it makes you forget everything except the grudges.

[manfromdelmonte]

all the accuracy of a Mayo forward

[Dire Ear]

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