Word of the insult reached O'Leary while she was in her offices at Shenanigans Pub. "It's time for a Press Conference!" O'Leary shouted.
A clearly drunken O'Leary stormed up to the podium, slammed down her bottle of gin and yelled at the assembled press. "I've been accused of being evil by the environazi's. For fucks sake, have any of you ever seen what one of these bastards looks like?"
"The idea that my Airline is destroying the environment is shite!" O'Leary glared at the press.
"Jesus Christ, my cattle cause more carbon emission than my entire fleet."
"And besides that, I'm a humanitarian!" O'Leary shouted, with no apparent segue. "There hasn't been a world war in over 50 years because people are too busy flying O'Leary Air. Screw Bono, I should get a Nobel Peace Prize!"
The assembled press looked on in horror.
"My airline should also be given credit for the integration of Europe by bringing lots of different cultures to the beaches of Greece, Spain and Italy where they copulate in the interests of pan-European peace."
Following this statement, O'Leary passed out on the stage.
NOTE TO THE HOOLIGANS I'm having serious trouble trying to integrate keeping this blog afloat while dealing with the realities of taking care of the Hubby and the house. Right now I'm hoping to stick it out at a decent pace until my blogaversary. In order to do that, I'm going to have to play around with posting times a bit until I find what works for me.
This is posting at about 1:30 a.m. my time and I can't stay up and wait for the morning crew to post. I've been nearly the first person on all of your pages for the last nine months and I can't do that everyday, so please bear with me. I'm going to get some shut-eye and I'll be back before 10:00 a.m. EST.