Right when I woke up today, I went to look up a word on Teanglann, and, before I finished typing it in, I realised it was the word of the day. It was so weird I thought I was still dreaming so I tried to wake up again but I couldn't because I already was.
Seeing a lot of fellow Kerry people being gracious in defeat which I have nothing but contempt for. I am a real fan and am already conjuring a new, more wicked curse that will not only see that none of those young men wins an All-Ireland again but will bring death and illness to all they hold dear.
Will anyone be angry if I start spelling it Tráighlí? Can I be stopped?
medieval guy on his phone laughing his ass off at a short-form video of a deacon sitting closer to the head of the table than a bishop
I feel like the solar eclipse in a few weeks has the potential for right-wing weirdos to start insisting not looking directly at the sun is woke nonsense
"The day of the wind is not the day of the scallop," I say to the bemused fishmonger who, as I depart, hears a lot of farting.
Final Fantasy IX ~ ファイナルファンタジーIX (2000) Developed by Squaresoft.
Says something about how much I hate to open an app on my phone that is always in my pocket that I am humouring the idea of dropping 70 quid on a radio that will let me listen to Raidió na Gaeltachta
I don't trust people who only have cool friends. That isn't a healthy ecosystem.
I'm gonna start keeping a thread about some of the joys of learning Irish again as an adult
One of the funniest news diagrams I've ever seen.
Bonfire: Police declare site a major incident
Permission to read some of my poetry aloud, your honor
me: *pronouncing chaos like cows* this is absolute cows
it wouldve been funny if goldfinger wasnt a movie and just a crazy song about a guy shirley bassey made up
Came out of the house as a fella walked by with a basket full to the brim with clearly stolen beef. Dozens of steaks, briskets still in their security netting. As he rounded the corner, two sirloins flew out the top of the basket. He noticed me staring and offered to sell me them.
I hate more than anyone the disarming wise man who lives in my village. Whenever I fly into an exquisite rage, he defuses me with an acute observation or short parable. I wish he was dead.
Interviewer: It's obviously a global trend now, but what inspired you to first start bringing a damp rag to bed at night to beat the heat? Sickly Victorian Child: Well, honestly, I've done it for years. I used to always have one to dab at my temples with. For my agonies, you understand.
imagining a grizzled hardboiled detective saying this while gripping some guy's lapels at a shady bar
She has a neck the size of an adult human, legs that are just as long and an unforgettable coat. And she’s missing.
Just overheard the new neighbours from my back garden: "There's only two things in this world I hate: a size queen and a small cock."
Ní bhainfidh na francaigh a bhíonn sa ghairdín linne go luath (tigh nua) 😎
Can't stand people suddenly getting into fans when the weather is hot. Some of us actually care about fans all years round. Fair weather fan fans