Don’t let women or children near this clip.
[Ewen McKenna]
After being hounded on her out of her luxury box at the Super Bowl last night, Giselle apparently said: “My husband cannot fucking throw the ball and catch the ball at the same time. I can’t believe they dropped the ball so many times.”
She hates Welker too.
[Oh yes, we are getting our content from Piers Morgan now.]
Certainly the first Irishman to win this little-known distinction. Hattricks in the Tehran derby will do that for you.
There’s a few videos featuring rather crap audio of the Rubber Bandits at Croke Park on Saturday night, but as far as we’re concerned, this 50 second clip provides definitive proof that the Rubber Bandits cursed their way through that song of theirs about the horse with all the curse in it. Davy Fitz would be proud. I think the Irish public vetoed the right to complain about the music at Croke Park the moment it allowed the likes of Westlife and Take That to sully the holy temple of GAA. Michael Hogan has already had a few spins in the grave at this stage. I think he’d just be confused who Billie Piper is.
This ad aired, apparently, only for the kindly people of North Platte, Nebraska. Old Milwaukee is a beer not dissimilar to Pabst Blue Ribbon. Maybe hipsters will be onto it now.