WELL, I AM A GOOD BIT IRISH, AND HE CAN F##K HIMSELF.
ALTHOUGH IT IS GREAT TO HEAR SUCH A KIDDY F##KER DOES NOT HAVE IRISH BLOOD.
HE DON’T NEED TO GET DRUNK BECAUSE HE HAS DEMENTIA.
AS FOR JAIL, HE AND HIS SON SHOULD BE SHARING A CELL.
The Ole Dog!
If ya don’t like my Irish forthrightness, I can give you my Viking bedside manner.
What do you get when you mix Ragnar Lothbrok’s, Julius Caesar’s, Brian Boru’s and Ferdinand III’s blood?
The Ole Dog’s ass!
Ode To Ragnar
I have stood on the fore of the ship with sword upraised in hand
Until the Dragon bit the beach of many a foreign land
Led men screaming towards city, village and town
Sacked churches, laid many a captive maiden down
Drank mead with my men, while the slain lay in silent death
laughing at their women’s wailing breath
Made the French King run, like a little lass
Sanctuary in a women’s convent, to seek for his ass
They cursed me in merry ole England, and civilized France
As on their graves, I did merrily dance
Shipwrecked, I fought with my back to the sea
Until I was captured by King Aelle
In the snakepit dying, I cursed him to his face
Sang my death song, told him my sons would sack his race
Neither of us knew our descendants blood would become one beast
Giving birth to a race of Warrior Poet Kings and “Pagan” Priest
The Ole Dog!
“From the Devil we came, and to the Devil we shall return”.
Great uncle Richard the Lion Hearted who told pope “Innocent” the 3ed to go have sex with himself.
Great Grandfather Edward the 3ed frightened the arch-bishop of York to death who dropped dead on the spot!
History does not record Edward’s words to the Arch-bishop, but they probably are not recommended for polite company!