Announce Dawn ffs
Oooh-Ahhh Vote McGrath! - McGrath VICTORY: A New Dawn OFFICIAL
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Nothing on Al Jazeera
Any news from the Jamaican delegation about when we'll see Dawn crowned champion of local landscape painting?
Is Dawn back in training yet?
Nothing on etch-a-sketch
Oh boy, I forgot, it's Dawnesday! What's the news?
The news cycle moves too quickly on there for me. Blink and you miss it.
Is she getting number 4?
Hearing there's a delay because they're still finishing the announcement video.
What are the ITKs on twitter saying? Anything from Di Marzio or Romano?
Imagine if Dawn fails the medical.
I won't believe it until I see the picture of Dawn stood next to the manager of Féile An Phobail holding up her £100 art supplies.
@McGrathsipan any news on when you're doing that raffle?
It'll be all Duffy's doing. She's willing to try everything for the win
It was in 2009 during the pre-season tour while she was still working for MUTV, if I remember correctly. Not sure how big twitter was then, but she basically signed up saying she was Hayley McQueen and got told to feck off by a bunch of newbies because they didn't believe her.
Is anyone tracking flights?
Hectic. He's looking for the quickest way out of Europe now Dawn will get access to the thread.
Looks like Dawn and Duffy could be taking this to the octagon.
Those three people on the beach are her social media team, she's just sacked them all.
No Twitter as per reliable sources (@Damien)
Should have challenged her to say something bizarre on air then.
The little girl in this photo sold the rights to it for a pretty penny the other day.
She got really fecked off by people constantly asking for proof so I'm not sure doing the bidding of the newbies on air was top of her to do list
Dawn putting on the old size 9’s for a bit of arse kicking.
The first reply to her thread was someone calling her a slag so I don't think she would have been inclined to bend to our every whim.
We'll have to wait and see what happens.
The painting is still in the afro hut on display.
Don't know what the organiser wants to do. No contact from them yet today according to the artist
We'll arrange it anyway.
You've misunderstood me. I'm talking about the raffle for a caftard to have a night with Dawn. That was the reason for me voting anyway..
You won 2nd Prize. A night with Duffy
I'm starting to get worried now.
I didn't like the way she was saying "I'm almost certain I haven't won" yesterday, and I don't like the way it's gone 6pm without being announced today.
The steal is on lads, and I am not opposed to the idea of donning face paint and horns to storm the capital building in protest.
I didn't like the way she was saying "I'm almost certain I haven't won" yesterday, and I don't like the way it's gone 6pm without being announced today.
The steal is on lads, and I am not opposed to the idea of donning face paint and horns to storm the capital building in protest.
Announce Dawn!
Roastin, er Roisin is the real catch.
This reminds me of when they held a poll to name the new sporting complex near me, and the council kept bigging up their name for it which was for a recently departed councillor. Obviously their choice came third but they picked it anyway.
I could've gone with the Boaty McBoatface comparison but I wanted to give you an example that you don't give a shit about.
I could've gone with the Boaty McBoatface comparison but I wanted to give you an example that you don't give a shit about.
Good thing it was the newbs, on the General we would have demanded boob pics. In a very charming way, of course.
act 2, scene 1
“how do i reach these cafites? is it cafites? cafties? caffers? i’ll need to appear to be on their level, i’ll need to be hip with their lingo.”
“yo caffers,
help my hot piece of snatch win an art contest.
“no, that won’t do. too formal.”
peace,
side chick help, amirite?
“no. stick to what i know. accountant/engineer style panache, wit and charm as i’m pretty sure i’m one of those. they’ll enjoy my nonsensical management jargon, as always.”
“help my wife win an art competition !!
come on caf do your thing”
that hit all the right spots. now it was time to let his magic work. “i’ll whip them onto a frenzy, i’ll spin lies about duffy. i’ll pretend i’m fighting the good fight. i’ll pretend to my wife that she is getting these votes legitimately die to my hard work. colin thinks it’ll get me a blowie.”
dawn’s husband connived and schemed and twisted his underlings to do his bidding. “this is easy, it’s like shooting mentally deficient fish with a death wish in a barrel.” he thought to himself. his complete contempt and disregard for his fellow forum users apparent with each interaction. “duffy is a scouser. she’s getting help form rawk!” “duffy is a seasoned pro. this was the first time dawn had even picked up a paint brush.” his flagrant lies going unchecked and allowed to flourish. “we’ll donate the winnings to charity.” he typed. “lol, idiots. that £100 is going towards a very niche fetish of mine.” he thought.
meanwhile, duffy was canvassing far and wide. using her social media presence to garner votes. calling in favours with local mps and tv figures to draw attention to the competition and her art. all this building up an early lead. “this can’t do. i’ll need to put more pressure on those useless voting pricks.”
before long the good natured caffers were doing all they could to help. dawn’s husband’s lies permeating everything good and holy about the caf. he had some voting once, some voting like chinese tech farms, he had other more attractive and large penised members working out the voting mechanism and circumnavigating validation checks and balances to allow multiple bot votes to ensure dawn stayed ahead of duffy.
“this is going swimmingly! i must tell dawn!”
but that’s where the good times would end.
“how do i reach these cafites? is it cafites? cafties? caffers? i’ll need to appear to be on their level, i’ll need to be hip with their lingo.”
help my hot piece of snatch win an art contest.
“no, that won’t do. too formal.”
side chick help, amirite?
“no. stick to what i know. accountant/engineer style panache, wit and charm as i’m pretty sure i’m one of those. they’ll enjoy my nonsensical management jargon, as always.”
“help my wife win an art competition !!
come on caf do your thing”
that hit all the right spots. now it was time to let his magic work. “i’ll whip them onto a frenzy, i’ll spin lies about duffy. i’ll pretend i’m fighting the good fight. i’ll pretend to my wife that she is getting these votes legitimately die to my hard work. colin thinks it’ll get me a blowie.”
dawn’s husband connived and schemed and twisted his underlings to do his bidding. “this is easy, it’s like shooting mentally deficient fish with a death wish in a barrel.” he thought to himself. his complete contempt and disregard for his fellow forum users apparent with each interaction. “duffy is a scouser. she’s getting help form rawk!” “duffy is a seasoned pro. this was the first time dawn had even picked up a paint brush.” his flagrant lies going unchecked and allowed to flourish. “we’ll donate the winnings to charity.” he typed. “lol, idiots. that £100 is going towards a very niche fetish of mine.” he thought.
meanwhile, duffy was canvassing far and wide. using her social media presence to garner votes. calling in favours with local mps and tv figures to draw attention to the competition and her art. all this building up an early lead. “this can’t do. i’ll need to put more pressure on those useless voting pricks.”
before long the good natured caffers were doing all they could to help. dawn’s husband’s lies permeating everything good and holy about the caf. he had some voting once, some voting like chinese tech farms, he had other more attractive and large penised members working out the voting mechanism and circumnavigating validation checks and balances to allow multiple bot votes to ensure dawn stayed ahead of duffy.
“this is going swimmingly! i must tell dawn!”
but that’s where the good times would end.
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I laughed. Then I realised he was calling me a mentally deficient fish.
Let that shoe slip on nicely. Wear it with pride.