tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185325455260172142012-02-16T20:05:28.634-08:00gaffohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04379931689843066842noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718532545526017214.post-2273966384351327472008-04-03T06:25:00.000-07:002008-04-03T06:41:19.839-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNCmCXk1vQE/R_TeHJc_sxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/SakEpPP0qXQ/s1600-h/sacked+by+the+media+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185013285388268306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RNCmCXk1vQE/R_TeHJc_sxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/SakEpPP0qXQ/s320/sacked+by+the+media+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Hmmmm. </div><div align="center">The Press. The exaggerators?</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Seems like the press are getting alot of bad eh... <em>un</em>press lately. Well from me anyway. The power of the media is incredible. They've just wiped out 3 of Irelands most important leaders. Be careful what you say.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">No Comment.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718532545526017214-227396638435132747?l=blogaffo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gaffohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04379931689843066842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718532545526017214.post-55231651070654664332008-03-25T03:33:00.000-07:002008-03-25T03:41:59.828-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNCmCXk1vQE/R-jW7Zc_svI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uAL9zqoQJJA/s1600-h/rude+aliens.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181627687222883058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNCmCXk1vQE/R-jW7Zc_svI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uAL9zqoQJJA/s200/rude+aliens.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>So if a man-alien from outer space landed on this earth today, the chances are he would be the rudest cunt in the world. You are born rude. You are then relieved of your rudeness by ethic cleansing. Turns you into a polite robot fit for safe useage by the general public.<br /><br />The more you get insulted the more average you are.<br /><br />Fuck You!<br /><br />Gaffo. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718532545526017214-5523165107065466433?l=blogaffo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gaffohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04379931689843066842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718532545526017214.post-21639573693874522302008-01-17T08:40:00.001-08:002008-01-17T08:48:06.152-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNCmCXk1vQE/R4-GdmUAiPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HUDk8DXiY2A/s1600-h/tired_husband.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156487941421304050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RNCmCXk1vQE/R4-GdmUAiPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HUDk8DXiY2A/s200/tired_husband.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Tiredness is a strange thing. A bit like a tempered child. You make promises to your tiredness which are full of conditions, in the hope that it will behave itself until you get the little bastard home to bed. If you just stay awake a few more hours, I promise we can get ice cream on the way home.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Someone once advised me never to admit out loud, that you are tired. As if it alerts a part of your own brain attached to your ears that cant hear your thoughts but controls your legs.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I'm Tired - or as my phone would say - I'm three</div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718532545526017214-2163957369387452230?l=blogaffo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gaffohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04379931689843066842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718532545526017214.post-10194330331437177322008-01-14T11:05:00.000-08:002008-01-17T09:01:16.919-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNCmCXk1vQE/R4-J1WUAiQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_pHi7ZQZfT8/s1600-h/toast.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156491647978080514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RNCmCXk1vQE/R4-J1WUAiQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_pHi7ZQZfT8/s320/toast.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>So I created a blog. Don't really know why. Chances are I will update it monthly. I'm not even all that sure what a Blog is, or how to use it.<br /><br />Here's a picture of some toast.<br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><p>There's a song about toast. I think it's called "Toast".</p><br /><p></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718532545526017214-1019433033143717732?l=blogaffo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gaffohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04379931689843066842noreply@blogger.com1