Ooooh - me like. Can I borrow. Pleeeeeeeeease ?
Gorta? Butterfly Kids?
WTF?
Gorta is the Irish word for (I think) famine.
Butterfly kids, though?
No idea in the world.
Maybe it is a charity which collects for lepidopertists who have fallen on hard times.
Epidermolysis Bullosa (EB). Children born with EB are called the Butterfly Kids, because their skin is as fragile as butterfly wings. Any friction, including the normal rubbing of clothing, induces painful blistering resembling serious burns, and causes the skin to come off; in severe EB, blisters form without any apparent friction at all. An EB patient can have as many as 100 blisters covering his or her body at any given time
God Twisty, that sounds awful.
I obviously didn’t think that the Butterfly Kids was a charity for lepidopterists, but I wish I hadn’t bothered saying it now.
Google is always the worst for lubricating foot into mouth accidents 
That sounds like something from hell…
Jesus H. Makes you realise how lucky you are…
You should see the pictures of the poor wee kids that the guy has too. 
They blister on the inside too. The charity collects money for research into the condition being done at Trinity College. You can go into any AIB branch and make a donation at the cashiers window.
Or you can set up a direct debit!
Wow, this chugging is easy!
???
them tabard wearing, smugger-than a vegetarian cyclist, no brain student cunts are called chuggers.
charity muggers
You know what I really hate is those check-out extortionists at Tesco’s. I’ll bag my own groceries thank you very much and give you the change if I bloody well feel like it!
[sub]Well, at least that’s what I’m thinking. Since it’s usually young children doing the extorting, I’m usually guilt tripped into contributing. Bastards.[/sub]
AAAhhhh. I see.
thx
Just let them bag it all for you, then turn around and pay by switch. “Sorry, no money on me.” Usually even happens to be the truth for me.
Since we are on knee-jerk hating, do you know who I hate? The large group of self-righteous Christians carrying a large cross (complete with ‘King of the Jews’ sign painted on) up and down the main street here, blocking entry into shops, singing “Jesus loves me” completely out of tune and telling me I’m going to Hell for not accepting a leaflet off one of them.
Completely different topic I know, but that was my lunchtime. And my head did NOT need that today, of all days.
You should have taken out your ninja stars and totally flipped ! Then kicked his Xian ass all over the street !
::Ninja Flip-out Starting::
Wooooooo-aaaaaaaah !
Well the thing is, I do bag my own groceries. To be precise what I usually do is just throw them back in the trolley, move the trolley out of the way and sort the goods out between my rucksack and plastic bag(s). So I don’t really need the little brats’ help at all, which is why I especially hate feeling obligated to shell out for their camogie team or whatever.
Other (London) Urban hate figures:
East european women on the tubes with invariably sleeping babies. Wrong on so many levels
Buskers on the tube: these are now sponsored and regulated so they think that they are somehow proper people. No chaps you’re not - you’re still cunts of the first water.
Them dizzy dorises that try to flog you a rose when you’re out with the good lady wife. I can understand this (although a one pound rose has yet to excite Mrs Owl very much), but the silly brainless munters try and flog them to you when you’re out with your hairy arsed mates. Cunts the lot of 'em.
The total and utter spavined cunts that get involved in Children in need. Well meaning cunts, but still cunts.
The totally unacceptable cockchafing cunts that do humourous things for either Comic Relief or (and the cuntitude of this cannot be overstated) RAG WEEK. self regarding non-humourous cunts.
Rugby fan cunts who get in the pubs early for their cunt’s game and then make the environment too toxic for words with their minor public school manners. Lairy cunts.
Cunts that ride bikes on the pavement.
I could go on…
Not a big fan of cunts, then owlstretchingtime?
You should hit them across the legs with a hurl, tell them its preparation
well I am married, so my choice is a little restricted.