Fanny Waters Can Bite My Webby, But Dance-Toned Ass

Seriously, kids. I find it disgraceful to read Fanny Waters bitching about bloggers. First off, bloggers don’t have much of a social life as is. And Oh My God, they don’t go to premieres at Gaiety and slug back Creme du Monts with Marty Whelan like I do. They sit at home typing shit for readers that eat shit. Thanks to goodness, I’m phoning this in for Mipsey to throw together on her ‘puter.

Giving out about bloggers is like giving out about Bibi Baskin’s weave. It’s not going to carry a bucket of piss. In the 90’s, she hosted a Saturday night television program that only the residents of Mullingar could love, year after year. Bloggers still going to write shite for free, that’s a gazmillion times better (and sicker) than your shtuff, Fanny.

And you obviously, don’t have a clue about The InterNet. I’ve been in with the kids for a long time now. Check out the website for my theatrical academy.

And Fanny, I can put you in touch with a dearie that can put together a proper head-shot for your blog. You’ll never be plucked (from obscurity). Seriously, you should hear what the people of Limerick are saying about you.