Fashion Victims? Or Fiachra(davison) Victims?

Ah Nike. 'Work them children to the bone for pittance.' As the old saying goes, commonly followed by the next line being 'Then sell the shoes back to them.'
Evidently whom so ever composed this poem was not much of a poet but he certianly took some heat off people like our good friend Mr Davison who, it is had on good authority, use's children as brushes. His time will come.

Dude eggs to you

My dear Davison,

While leafing through your steaming shank of effluence, I happened across a shocking section in which you sir, the grand high hairy beanbag licking scrotal diver, entered into a something most vile and dire. This showed itself to be a parley no less with someone pertaining to be from Tallaght. What second rate hallucinogenic has your sub par chef slipped you while pondering date rape? Clearly, someone was sucking down a west coast cooler, was he not? Prove me wrong, old chap, prove me wrong!

Now I feel dearest Fiachra this will not do and must implore you to SHUT THE HELL UP. Apologies for the vulgarity but if somebody does not stress this point with you, novelty sized adult shop cast off that you are, no one will. So there it is F. Davison, your conduct just does not cut the proverbial mustard.

Good Day,

Always,

Fiachra Davisons

A Note about One’s Language, Mr. Davisons

I relish every new post from the young upstart Mr. Davisons but I feel so strongly about his shoddy and highly uncouth language which literally is Beggars Belief! His appalling Diction is what truly relieves him of any grace. To qualify this I would say, what man of breeding uses the term “You Got Served, Mr. Davisons”. So common and base a use of language is this that One would expect it only from a UCD graduate. Which makes One wonder about the sort truths the young Fiachra is spouting on his mouth piece for vulgarity that he calls a website.

Good day to you Sir, hopefully civility does not fly over the head of one so inbred as yourself.

Methinks I Accept!

Such abbhorent insubordination by a member of the lower classes! Does he think he can rise up and challenge me? He must be put outside with the dogs! Spelling competition? I'll have commoner Davison know that it was upstanding gentlemen like me who wrote this fine language! And him in his fame scrounging glory thinks that because he is a distant relation to nobility that he may leave his roadside hovel and crawl to my Manor door calling out my name and expect me to duel with pistols? Poor commoner would probably shoot himself by accident if he even owned a pair? Not that there is any harm in that now, pest control you know. Although I know that I should not, there is nothing to lavish my attention upon until the hunting season starts anew. Therefore let the battle commence forthwith.

I would also like to point out that Davison probably contracted syphilis from consorting with common foke in taverns before duelly passing it on to Mrs. Chamberlain. Just another example of his crude upbringing. I hope he dresses appropriately. Last time I saw him it looked not dissimilar to being pulled backward through a bush as the bush was pulled through a combine harvester.

Disclaimer

This is not an opinionated site and any offence given is purely due to your mis-interpritation of the content, hence it can be said to be your fault and you can be held liable for racial slander or other such legal infringments on the rights of the following ignored ethnic groups:

Greens, Communists, Blacks, Asians, Hispanics, Jews, Italians, Women, Male Feminists,
The Mentally Handicapped, Liberals, Wheelchair People, Red Indians, Muslims,
Anyone Who Has Ever Worn A Tea Towel As An Item Of Apparel,
Short People, Homosexuals, Tall People, Dole Scroungers,
People Who Are Fed Up With The Hospital Service, Veterans, The Blind,
The Deaf, Musicians, Artists, Postmen,
Talking Monkeys, Libertarians, Anarchists, Goblins, Members Of The Sex Pistols,
People Who Wear Sports Jackets, Parents, Teenagers, Bananas, Teachers, Dogs,
Angry Fat Men, Travellers, Publicans, Members Of The Peasant Underclass or Middle Class.
Credit must go to Fiachra Davison For compiling a moderately adequate list.
However there are some blinding exemptions, such as himself. Well I guess one can expect no better from upper-middle class trash.

Evidence of FRUGALITY!?!?!?!?!?!?!

In a private moment, fellow cast members Tom and Evan discuss some of the finer points of their movie.

askfiachra.blogspot.com Film

I have inside info revealing they have attempted to give young aspiring actors a break, this will undoubtedly make for a fresher, more original film. Although they did have to reject Brad Pitt for the part of Spencer Davison, mainly due to the fact that the actor (Tom Lowe) has an unhealthy obsession with Brad's ass and genital region. Thus for Brads safety and Tom's fetish ass to face obsession he was regretfully denied a position on the cast.

Goals And Objectives.

Readers,commoners and other unimportant ethnical groups who are overlooked. We, the editors, have created this site to show our detesment of all things Fiachra Davison(we being davisonS). We wish to express our moral outrage at his highly opinionated and racist views. That upper-middle class niger lovin' jew hatin' skang banger can eat his own common shit. We feel this way mainly because we just plain dont like him and his long-haired trans-gender dung fwee bastard of a 'homeless comerade' or 'male/female' escort Evan. Enough said on this. For more highly opinionated bull shit please visit http://askfiachra.blogspot.com or read on!

Forget tea and crumpets, says aspiring actor Tom Lowe, try meat and two veg with fresh ass soup.Mmmmmmm!

"Forget english tea," says aspiring metrosexual actor Tom Lowe,"try english men, there simply delightful. My and my trans-gender friend evan here(pictured below) simply die at the chance to frequent tavern establishments and try get ourselves some of the elusive cock! Is simply marvellous!