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turbid
1. Having sediment or foreign particles stirred up or suspended; muddy: turbid water.10.10
2. Heavy, dark, or dense, as smoke or fog.
3. In a state of turmoil; muddled: turbid feelings.
turbidly adv.
turbidness, turbidity n. Tubridy r. Establishment dickhead.
Girls break their arms 56% more often than they did 40 years ago.
13:46
CALLER 1: I have discovered that 13ft wide trampolines act like a sail, lift up. Mine flew across the garden into the fence. My niece had hers thrown two fields away. Someone else had it lifted over a car and a wall and flew across the road.
JOE: Sure everbody has one in de back garden now. Had. Is the trampoline insured?
CALLER 1: Have to pay meself. Thank God nobody was around.
JOE: You had it tied to railway sleepers?
CALLER 2: It broke free.
JOERADIO: People must have thought it was a UFO but it wasn't. It was your local trampoline?
CALLER 3: My one took off across the wall so I decided to sink it into the ground. Flush with the grass. Dug a grave for it, put a bit of concrete in. 200 euros it cosht me.
JOE: You have a trampoline and a grave dug into it.
CALLER 3: They're actually running along the grass and bouncing on to it. The neighbours are doing it. Digging holes and putting trampolines into it. The kids won't fall off and break their arms.
CALLER 4: My trampoline demolished one fence and five cars in next door. I'm hoping the insurance will pay for the cars. They won't pay for the trampoline and the fence but we're in trouble.
JOE: Don't worry, you'll bounce back.
CALLER 5: Two trampolines. Over a ditch, across four fields and stuck in a tree.
14:31
CALLER (Hack, regarding Nobel laureate): I said 'He's a first class poet of the second rank.'
JOE (sharp intake of breath): Ooooh. That's poetry.
14:49
JOE: You say Heany doesn't appeal to you de builder.
CALLER: Poetry is hijacked by intelligentsia. Dribble. Robert Severns, Patrick Kavanagh. Shane McGowan - he get's slagged off.
JOE: Slagged for his drinkin'. Not his poetry.
14:54
JOEOFDEPEEPLE: Are ye on de bus today?
PERSON: Oi am, am going back to wurk in ten minutes.
JOEDEPEEPLE: Wharoute are ye on?
PERSON: De 65.
JOE: Safe travellin'.
14:57
CALLER (old man): People travelling from Ireland to England have been robbed, ripped and stung since the 1960s. No two ways about it. When you're coming for a funeral, you get robbed left, right and centre. 'That's the fare', they say. I've no sympathy for the people going to the rugby. I left Ireland in the sixties.
15:25
Gilberto Gil singing I just called to say I love you on a bootleg mp3. Beautiful. What's this? A youtube vid about Miss Russia and it's buffering and no sound is coming out (not striclty necessary.) Joe, who are these people who run youtube and why don't they come out here and talk to us? Youtube sucks. Traffic is still rising.
16:39
Facebook so sucks really bad.
16:52
There you are (finally) listening to a nice bit of music on Irish radio then loads of badly recorded ads for cars and finance pop out and box your ears.
17:42
Nice snooze there. Woke up and discovered a major battle had taken place between the Russians and the Japanese in 1939. Hiyaski.
18:15
PARENT: We don't know anything. The Director of Public Prosecutions won't tell us anything, it's all confidential. We want to know why our five children were killed in a bus crash!
19:43
There's a huge amount of noise coming from next door again. Sorry, sunshine, but you're going to jail. There's no 21 ways about it. And it's not up to me. If it were up to me, you'd keep it down and cop on. All I can hear is you pissing your bland beer.
20:51
How to open negotiations in a drugs transaction on Church Hill West:
SHE DEALS: I needed it this mornin'
HE BUYS: - You'll have your money!
SHE: I needed a hundred and turty euro dis mornin!
HE: - Look -
SHE: If you come in through that door I'll run a blade right through ya. I mean it. Oi. I swear to you. I'll cut you from top to toe. And that's a promise.
- Fucking bitch!
