Last time I was in Kerry, I was driven to distraction by this woman's posters.
The hair. The glint in the eye. The hair.
What was she trying to achieve?
What statement was her spectacular barnet trying to make?
Was she one of Fianna Fail's more formidable weapons in the hotly contested North Kerry constituency?
Fucked if I know. Onto the lowbrowness!
Here at CURRYCHIPS, our INHOUSE ARTIST has provided us with an APPROXIMATION of Norma's silhouette. I'm sure you'll agree that it is an insidious subliminal tactic.
I'm also sure you'll agree that Dr Doloads has done a fine job in anthropomorphising the otherwordly barnet. I likes blinkin', I do.
And the next time you see Norma sauntering down the road, the more athletic of you should bear in mind that jumping on top of her 'shroom noggin will yield a half dozen €2 coins. Be careful though, should you miscalculate your jump, you'll lose a life. Don't say you weren't warned.
Aaaarrrrggh, be warned indeed! Canvassers will be walkin' the plank!
And the ever-so-sexy Razzamatazz reckons Norma and Bart have a thang going on.
I dread to think what currychips regulars come up with.
Comments (5)
Posted by Dermot | May 23, 2007 3:08 PM
Posted on May 23, 2007 15:08
Posted by Green Ink | May 23, 2007 5:51 PM
Posted on May 23, 2007 17:51
Posted by Green Ink | May 23, 2007 5:52 PM
Posted on May 23, 2007 17:52
Posted by ArseBurger | May 24, 2007 12:48 PM
Posted on May 24, 2007 12:48
I'm trying to remember the candidate in West Limerick a few years ago whose slogan was "put your number one in my box".
Posted by Bock the Robber | May 28, 2007 6:07 PM
Posted on May 28, 2007 18:07