Hot from Facebook: Sharon deals with mad cow disease in the European Parliament
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February 18, 2010 at 7:05pm
Oh my god, who let loose that cow-pat?
Believe me, I am not joking.
With hot competition like this, I’m surprised John Attard Montalto was elected to the European Parliament instead of our girl.
All he did was give out free kitchen utensils at meetings.
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Liema minnhom huwa kev?
Jesus wept!
Weep not, Jesus. The event is the 2003 Tour de Bureau of the Danish delegation (June Movement) of the EDD group in the European Parliament. It was around the time when Jesus resurrected from the dead to save you from yourself.
What’s with the obscurantist talk? I thought you were in the business of communicating a message.
It might have been the Tour De France for all I care. It looks bloody ridiculous. The sort of thing you’d expect from a group of ex EU civil servants with delusions of deviance, Kev. And please stop the double Eurospeak. Were you there at that time? If so, didn’t you feel the need to at least feebly protest at this nonsense?
The ‘Tour de Bureau’ is a party, Mario De Bono. That’s when staff and MEPs get together for a drink and a bit of fun (in several offices, each with a party theme).
As you can see, they decided to take a photo in the corridor, so that seven years later Mario De Bono could feel disgusted and very sad with himself. Don’t puke on this blog, please. Daphne would have to clean up.
Kev, according to you it looks like some kind of protest against Mad Cow Disease…..what exactly is it? A party? in the EU offices? In the EU parliament? This time not just Jesus is weeping. I am. With laughter, my friend. You are spoiling us. You really do. And if my life is as you say sad, well, rejoice, and be glad, because you guys have made it so much better.
We did cross swords once, you know, when you were some inspector or other. I won’t forget that day in a hurry. Maybe we can relive a moment or two of that happy instance.
I wonder what the EPP dressed as at their party. Maybe little Andreotti-shaped leprechauns? And did Simon Busuttil dress as a nun? And what about Attard Montalto? Did he come dressed as Marco Pierre White? After all the guy does have a penchant for kitchen utensils. Ah well, to each his own, I imagine. But dressing up as a cow, udders and all, takes the biscuit.
It did occur to me that you had a couple of French fries on your shoulder. Pleased to meet you again, and forgive me if I don’t recall the pleasure of our first encounter. What sort of swords did we cross that day? It seems you’re still in pain.
Sorry, but i really do not have an fries for anyone, or chips for that matter. And I really am not in pain about it. It just ocurred to me whilst looking at some old company files, and I remembered that your subordinate had tried to pin a charge of illegal importation on me as some agent, whom your subordinate had clear sympathies with, objected to me parallel importing his products. You see, I was European then, not just now. Of course, your subordinate didnt succeed. To your credit, however, I have to say that you rubbished the whole thing.
That’s good then. Your attitude led me to believe you got the wrong end.
well, they might want to while away the time… seems they have too much!
Dawn jitmejlu u jaqalaw il-belli liri u ahna inbatu hawn u ghandna xorti naghqalaw x’ nieklu.
U jxewxu lin-nies kontra l-Ewropa li qed titmaghhom u ggieghlhom jaghmlu l-kummiedji u iktar li qed taraw b’ghajnejkom stess. Dak fottiment papali nghidlu jien. Tal-biki mhux tad-dahk. X’ma twerzaqqx kontra l-Ewropa? X’ma tghix NO2EU? Il-pappa taghha diehla sew f’butha.
http://www.facebook.com/pages/vote-labour-and-party-till-600-am-in-the-morning/248300396282
As opposed to 6am in the evening, I imagine.
Heq sas sitta ta’ fil-ghodu in inglixx
It must be a PL creation: “6am in the morning”.
They could have left out their name and we’d have known it was them anyway. Gaffes, misprints, and computer malfunctions are an established part of the brand.
Inbaghtu hawn u bil-kemm naqalghu x’nieklu? Le, mela mhux qed issegwi l-blogs ta’ Daphne. Ahna sejrin tajjeb hafna ghax ghandna l-GDP gholi u washing machine tiswa Euro250. Jiena niekol 3 minnhom kuljum!
I see Oscar the Grouch has now put in an appearance.
It’s galling, for people youir age, to see the young having fun, isn’t it?
*sigh*
[Daphne – My age? I don’t think you’re any younger. If you were, you would be out doing whatever 20-year-olds do, not sticking around here buzzing like Astrid.]
The cow on top ain’t no spring chicken.
Twanny, if you consider pyramiding with people dressed as cows is fun, then you are nothing but a Labour parrot.
Er, jekk Sharon Ellul Bonici hija “young”, mela jien embryo – sorry, “unborn child”.
‘Pre-conceived child’ describes you better.
http://tech.uk.msn.com/news/articles.aspx?cp-documentid=152195808
With cows like that, I’ll stick to black coffee.