Maybe you’ll get back on your feet too, Miss Boffa – until then, wear knee-pads
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October 23, 2014 at 8:27pm
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Better to be knocked down with dignity than humiliate yourself publicly on your knees .
Rih ta’siegha jnaddaf qiegha, Sinjorina Boffa.
Kneeling and proud of it.
‘Maybe you’ll get back on your feet too, Miss Boffa – until then, wear knee-pads’
And please wipe your nose, that hint of brown is disconcerting.
I’m sorry to have to say this, but I think you’ve got the wrong side of the body.
White teeth, brown nose, and the splatter of fresh(ish) cream on the hair?
Whilst the boss hums Donna Summer’s ‘She works hard for the money?’
And she thinks of the L’Oreal advert, ‘because I’m wertit’?
I don’t think Vanni got the wrong side at all … it shows what she’s been plunging her face into to try to lick.
“I’m on my knees and proud of it.”
Comment showing her frustration after David Thake’s taking her by surprise. What a twit to show it, but it had to be Jeffrey who gave her the idea.
Oh, I don’t think so. Jeffrey’s idea would be to down half a bottle of whisky, succumb to blaspheming rage, then plot and scheme his revenge.
Does being caught with your pants down on a radio programme count as cyberbullying? We really must ask her boyfriend.
Boffa & Buffu
You never said it better.
U ghalissa trid tikkuntenta pogguta sakemm jghaddu erbgha snin biex sehibha JERGA jiddivorzja
Three years. He’s been separated from his wife for a year already. And he’ll be cheating on this girlfriend by the time those three years are up anyway.
If the little twerp stops ogling middle-aged women to try to catch their attention (even if they are accompanied by their husband) when his young-enough-to-be-his-daughter-girlfriend is not looking, it might last till then George.
Ghax Jeffrey bhal donnu jahseb li kulhadd jaqalu ghalih. Mur ghidlu miskin.
It would have been better if our prime minister took some lessons in speaking properly and in a diplomatic way. He is such a bully and it shows by the way he talks and answers questions.
“Prime Minister Joseph Muscat says European Commission letter on budget ‘nothing much’
One question regards what the government intends to do to increase its revenue through indirect taxation. Dr Muscat said the government is loath to give the details to the Commission for it fears that any leakage could hinder the government’s plan to increase some prices because people would flock to purchase what will be increased.
One other request by the Commission regards the government’s public expenditure which Dr Muscat interpreted as the Commission telling the government not to increase the number of people in the public sector.”
http://www.independent.com.mt/articles/2014-10-23/local-news/Prime-Minister-Joseph-Muscat-says-European-Commission-letter-on-budget-nothing-much-6736124299
Ms Boffa, can’t you see, don’t you realize? Honest questions both, and with only the best intention.
I mean, be with who you like, take decisions. But also take a step back, see what things look like to the ‘normal’ people. You do have a public position, love it (likely) or hate it.
Maybe a paternal thing, I’m such a softy. But I’m crediting you with some common sense here. Mhux ahjar kelma nieqsa?
Ara x’qallek Ankul Neil, Lara: “take a step back, see what things look like to the ‘normal’ people.”
In other words, he’s asking you to distinguish between a genuine, reliable partner and a self-centered narcissist.
Mhux ahjar kelma zejda?
[Daphne – Not very sensible to describe your wife’s friend as a self-centred narcissist. Those sorts of people can be very vicious. But I agree with you on that score.]
Not as vicious as the vitriolic sort.
Ara how cute – ‘kev’ has been embarrassed into using a nom de plume. That must be a sickener, eh?
Yes, Neil, and I made it known to Daphne so she could ‘play Xerlokk’ and out me. In Maltese we call such people ‘bassa’.
[Daphne – You’re wrong, Kevin. A ‘bassa’ is a doormat.]
A doormat would either be a ‘dublett’ or a tapit, Daphne. A bassa is someone you can’t trust with a secret.
[Daphne – No, Kevin, you’re wrong. In the Maltese I speak, a bassa is a person who’s a bit of a fart, a hopeless flop, somebody who allows others to do as they please with her/him. A ‘dublett’ is somebody who dances at the end of his wife’s chain, doing stuff for her that, in the Maltese way of thinking, she should do herself. And a ‘tapit’ is a doormat, yes, but strangely enough, it is used only for men presumably because in Maltese society, ‘doormat’ is the default position for most women. In the Maltese I speak, somebody you can’t trust with a secret, who talks too much, is a ‘carlatan’, and somebody you can’t trust generally because they’ll stick a knife in is a ‘gakbin’.]
Issa ahjar, ghax Daphne ddecidiet tghallimni l-Malti.
‘Bassa’ huwa xi hadd li jhobb jiddeffes u li ma tistax tafdah ghax ixandar.
[Daphne – ‘Issa ahjar’: the usual self-delusion of your sort, Kevin, that you are the arbiters of what constitutes ‘true’ Maltese. Know that different groups of people, depending on where and how they live and where and how they were raised, give different meanings to the same words and don’t even know other words at all, because they use other ones for the same object. When I first heard somebody (Godfrey Grima as it happens) refer to a ‘skalapiedi’, I didn’t know what he meant. I had only ever known a ladder to be a ‘sellun/m’. When I said to a woman raised in Gozo that X was a proper ‘carlatan’, she asked me what I meant. And when I asked a friend’s housekeeper to please chuck over a ‘paljazza’ so I could dry off a pot, she stared at me – what? In her Maltese, a dishcloth or tea-towel is a ‘bicca’, like all other cloths. I could go on, but I won’t, as this will turn into yet another rikotta debate.]
‘Bassa’ huwa xi hadd li jhobb jiddeffes u li ma tistax tafdah ghax ixandar.
No, the first is zattat or defsa, the second, papra/u
I know dublett as one who can’t resist women, down south tapit can be both men and women with the chauvinistic version being msawwat, which, it has to be said, is even more telling.
I’d do it without kneepads for half her salary.
[Daphne – I wouldn’t if I were you. You never know where it’s been.]
Needs must, what?
He could be the key to your closet, Baxxter.
[Daphne – I hear that Sharon has just bought a new car, Kapxinn, a Volvo SUV. Is she planning on driving frozen meat across Europe for her friend and donor Ryan Il-Friza, or what? Did she use his donations to buy it? Boys a bit too old now to require driving around with bikes and equipment.]
Does it have a sunroof, Daphne?
[Daphne – A sun roof would be an excellent idea. She can keep the stiffs in an upright position.]
Is that all you can manage, Kevin?
My Toyota is 10 years old, Baxxter. That’s some 40-odd years younger than your closet.
You’re getting nervous, Kevin Ellul Bonici. Go on, do your worst.
Even when kneeling she’ll overreach her target.
Lara Boffa needs to realise that it will forever be impossible for her to justify her current job.
She must have known this. She must have known that people might think it a bit strange.
“It’s what you know” belies a thought process of a 12 year old. It’s very obviously not just what you know.
The fact that she put herself into this professional/sexual situation without realising the long-term consequences speaks volumes about her.
Jeffrey, guda u nittien.
@Franco’s (Feathered) Tits: Lara is totally versatile. She uses the knee pads for frontals at Bighi, and she does rears at Marsa.
George Carlin said: “Now, speaking of blowjobs, do you know why they call it a blowjob? So it’ll sound like it has kind of a work ethic attached to it. Make you feel like you did something useful for the economy.”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XYf88Bj5usc
I am sure this is exactly the contribution she feels she has given Labour. That and of course, her surname, which she has disgraced.
As for the use of knee pads? Lets not forget that the recipient of her affections is nothing short of a midget, it is therefore more likely that she needed a mat similar to those used by car mechanics when getting down and dirty beneath.
Give me the good old honest car grease any time.
Lara Boffa’s silly enough to express Labour’s delusions of invincibility in public. Good.