Bebo

My Birthday Party:
Saturday September 29th.
8 pm
Upstairs in Doyles.
You are more than welcome to bring partners/friends/pet gerbils/imaginary friends if you wish

Be there or I will KILL YOU!


Message me back so I know if you're coming

These are just too good not to share and I know they arent even all here!



Daisy: Do you rent downstairs?
Brian: D'you mean am I gay?
Daisy: What?
Brian: D'you mean am I gay?
Daisy: No, I meant "are you renting the downstairs flat?"
Brian: Oh, right. Yep, sort of.
Tim: Are you gay?
Brian: What?
Tim: Are you gay?
Brian: [Thoughtfully] No.


Brian: That's chaos theory. The belief that the future is in fact a mathematically predictable preordained system.
Daisy: So somewhere out there in the vastness of the unknown there's an... equation for predicting the future?
Brian: An equation so complex as to utterly defy possibility of comprehension by even the most brilliant human mind, but an equation nonetheless.
Tim: [in dawning realization] Oh my god...
Brian: What?
Daisy: What?
Tim: I've got some fucking Jaffa Cakes in my coat pocket.
All: AYYYYEEEE!!!!
Tim: Oh Mommy, Oh Daddy, Lets all play kabadi!


Daisy:: You're up early.
Tim: Oh, I haven't been to bed. Me and Mike met up with these two Scottish guys in the pub and they gave us all this cheap speed.
Daisy: Oh Tim, that's so tacky.
Tim: Yeah I know, but y'know they were so nice... I think if we'd said no they'd have got offended and beaten us to death with a pool cue.


Mike: Wanna go back into your party?
Tim: But they were playing 'The Time Warp'! I hate 'The Time Warp'!
Mike: Daisy likes it.
Tim: I don't care! I hate it! It's boil-in-the-bag perversion for sexually repressed accountants and first-year drama students with too many posters of Betty Blue, The Blues Brothers, Big Blue and Blue Velvet on their blue bloody walls!


Daisy: Right, I'm going to the shops. D'you want anything?
Tim: P*rn.
Daisy: Tim, I'm not going to buy you p*rn. You can get it from railway sidings like everybody else.
Tim: I can't, I'm an adult. I'm supposed to leave it there.


Brian: Do you think I should lose the waistcoat?
Tim: I think you should burn it. Because if you lose it, you might find it again.


Paintball player: Gosh, this is so exciting!
Mike: This your first time, kid?
Paintball player: I'm thirty-six.
Mike: This your first time, old man?
Paintball player: Yeah. I've always fancied myself as a bit of a soldier.
Tim: Yeah, I've always fancied myself.
Mike: I've always fancied you...
Tim: [quickly] Not here!


Paintball player: [in awe] You've seen combat?
Mike: Yes, yes I have.
Paintball player: Where?
Mike: Umm, on the television!
Paintball player: But you just said the last time you were in this situation you didn't use a paintball gun!
Tim: He didn't.
Paintball player: Well, what did you use?
Mike: Erm, it was a big stick...?


Tim: It's not a bedsit. It's a flat.


Tim: No, she's saying 'Chuck your boyfriend, have a sandwich'.


Tim: Oh, Mike, you're too good for them. You're a lone wolf.
Mike: Like Mr. T.
Tim: Exactly like Mr. T. Except white and hairy.
Mike: I pity the fool.
Tim: I pity the fool.
Mike: [Mr. T voice] I ain't gettin' on no plane, sucka!
Tim: Stop that.


Tim: I think we should lose the axe.
Mike: I like the axe.
Tim: I like my face.
Mike: I like your face.
Tim: Let's keep the axe.


Robot Club Leader: Gentlemen, welcome to Robot Club. The first rule of Robot Club is, you do not talk about about Robot Club. The second rule of Robot Club is, YOU DO NOT TALK ABOUT Ro… wait, I… got that wrong. [Unfolding a crumpled up piece of paper and pushing up his glasses] The second rule is, no smoking.
Tim: Why aren't we allowed to smoke?
Mike: Not allowed to talk about it.


Mike: You can't drink a pint of Bovril.


Duane Benzie: I haven't seen you since...
Tim: Yeah, well. No hard feelings, eh?
Duane Benzie: You shot me in the bollocks, Tim.
Tim: Yeah, well, like I say. No hard feelings.


Tim: Right, right, sorry. See, my mum used to use "going next door" as a euphemism for being dead.
Mike: Whoa, ho

HAHAHA! Im spreading the manatee love!!!!!
I was listening to a very popular national Irish radio show, hosted by a guy called Rick O'Shea, on my way home today. They were dicussing highlights of the year so of course I had to text in and tell them about getting a video shown on Late Night.
I was more than a little suprised when they rang me back about 2 minutes later and asked if I'd go on air and talk about it.
Well any chance to spread the Late Night love is an opportunity I must seize, so of course I said yes.
I sat nervously on the phone listening to him play a song and then reading out text messages and finally I was up. He called me in and asked what the highlight of my year had been. I explained that I was obsessed with a programme called Late Night with Conan O'Brien (he said he's a very funny man and he likes him a lot - needless to say I love Rick O'Shea now) so I told him that he has a running joke about manatee's at the moment and they were asking for fan pictures and stories and I had made a claymation video and sent it in thinking nothing of it and it had been shown on Late Night last tuesday!
He was stunned. He actually cheered and applauded me! On national Irish radio!
He said he was far more impressed by that than any of the other things he had heard!
He then asked if I was doing clay mation professionally, I explained no Im a student of Multimedia in DCU and he was very impressed saying it was fantasic for my portfolio. "Here's my portfolio and here's my work being shown on Late Night with Conan O'Brien"
He asked what it was all about. So I explained the entire story behind www.hornymanatee.com to a good portion of the Irish nation that was listening. All about the throw away comment and having to buy the name, deciding to set up the site, asking for submissions and my video being shown on air.
He was very, very impressed and asked if I'd send him the link. He's now going to add my YouTube video to his, very well read blog!
HAHAHA! This manatee thing is turning me into somewhat of a minor celebrity!!!!