Would watch.
Would watch.
Do you have a dangly cat toy or even (it worked for us once) a tape measure? One other time I set our shitty Lidl ladder against our wall, climbed up, pulled it over, climbed down grabbed him like a rugby ball and threw him over the wall to my husband and went in reverse. Good luck!!
It is a complete blur for me cos it was batshit, but I saw Jennifer Garner on The Dish podcast earlier and I thought, wow I miss 'Alias', wonder if it's available on Youtube?
Sad.
A friend from the US was in town in August. She was wearing a t shirt that said 'I Didn't Vote For Him'. To pre-empt anyone thinking she was a bigot.
Yeah, she wouldn't ask someone from the North of Ireland standing in a bar in the US who they voted for because she wouldn't recognise any of the names. The rest of the world, sadly, know exactly who the corrupt orange cretin she voted for is.
I often idly daydream about winning a huge prize on the Euromillions and giving so much of it away - how do these pricks sleep at night knowing they could solve pretty much all the planetβs problems in one easy move? Wretched human beings, the lot.
Sceiteog.
Why do our neighbours never fucking shut up? Why have they never learnt the concept of an indoor voice? We live in adjoining two up two downs. Believe me, there is no need to scream from a
tiny pokey room to tiny pokey room constantly.
Aww, I just reread 'Snuff' and loved it.
Janey Mac!
I was unaware of this till an Americam friend visited. Apparently I tap the beat without noticing. She pointed it out as we were watching trad in Piper's Corner, but now that I am looking, Janey Mac I tap the beat for bloody everything. Is anyone looking for Animal. Totes willing to dye my hair.
'Nothing Else Matters'.
Is he genuinely deaf? No offense to the hard of hearing community. But seriously what the fuck is with Brititish politics?
Frank Ryan bought you whiskey in a brothel In Madrid.
Mc Cormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed.
For the love of Jesus! I mean that in a v Irish turn of phrase and not as an endorsement.
Cats are brilliant. The purring when you feel like shit.
Bless his kitty heart.
Not a pleasant walk when your back is fecked. Sure, mostly on the flat. The PC is completely fine and not sinister!
This is why I walk. Crocked back bedamned. I cannot get from Phibsborough to Fairview by bus without going in and out of the quays. Paris has all sorts of sideways options. Why do we not, for example, have a petit ceinture up and down the NCR and SCR?
"And, what about, say, for a statesman across the pond, approaching his eighties, who famously does not read books? βI donβt know. Heβs going to run out of gold paint eventually.β"
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I can hear my husband fight with the laundry basket. All we need is a song.
i just need a fucking song.