MOTHER'S DAY TRIBUTE IS JIZZ

LEPRECUNT Ronan Keating has spunked an album of donkey spoof just in time to rinse the Mother's Day suckers.
Louis Walsh's bitch – so bland Jimmy Wales defines beige on Wiktionary with his name – is releasing Songs For My Mother in a shameless bid to reel in every empty numpty nuts who thinks Krapping has 'Celtic soul.'
Really he's the grunting sound of Satan pumping devil dirt from his scarlet anus onto the pigshit thick ranked runts squatting open-mouthed beneath.
Whining Radiohead posh kid Thom Yorke once had the good sense to blank Skroting in a Dublin hotel. Good Kid, A?
Now his own mother will.
Would.
Dead apparently. Sorry 'bout that.
Seriously. I am. That's sad.
But if she weren't...
She'd probably wish she'd thought things through a little better when she was infected with little Ronan's foetus all those years ago.
And nipped over the water to the abortion clinic.