I’m sorry D’Arcy, but you can’t do that. You just can’t.
Colin Murphy is a Comedian, he gets paid to do this shit on a Comedy show. Its not The Late Late, its not Tubridy. Ok, its about as funny as Tubridy these days, but thats not the point. The point is, you can’t go ‘shush’ to Colin Murphy because you wanted to continue to lap at Kevin Myers’ buttocks. Go on Ray, gaze into his eyes a bit harder, you might be able to get a pity invitation to one of, his parties.
(I’m pretty sure Kevin Myers doesn’t even have parties, I’ve never been invited.)
Shush? You even put your finger up and wagged it a bit. Colin was no doubt about to leave us grabbing our sides for fear of having to clean up our kidneys and liver from the floor. I don’t care about your no doubt ‘insightful’ question. Leave that shit for your radio show in between blathering on about your baby spawn.
And for god’s sake, NO ONE GIVES A SHIT THAT YOU’RE FROM KILDARE ANYMORE! How many times must you bring up the fact that your from the gloried Dublin suburb that is Kildare? You’ve got a race track, I couldn’t give two ass’s.
For anyone who didn’t see The Panel tonight, suffice to say, our beloved presenter of The Den of old, is dead to us now.