The main road became a tributary road. The tributary became a boreen. The boreen became a mud track in a forest. The forest track gave way to a raised causeway in a bog. After the sun set, there were sheep.
It isn’t very often that I feel like I’m better off than someone else, but fuck me, the guy who sat behind me on the Galway bus tonight takes the entire fucking packet of biscuits. Married at 19 (knocked his girlfriend up). Had 5 kids with her before they split. Had 2 more girlfriends. And [...]
Cor, ain’t she a beauty? /steve_irwin