She bought it with her own failing currency. There is a beauty in decay.
I know I'm the hero of this tale, it's a rhetorical question.
When I see a Bichon-Frise , I instinctively want to kick over the roof of a house. Am I a bad person?
Maybe in New York man. You hear a car alarm in the middle of nowhere you're rallying the troops. Horn of Gondor shit, light the flames.
Car alarms: discuss.
It's the drinks he doesn't have that reveal him.
Pints aren't the measure of a man, but you can know him in how he handles his drink.
Has anyone heard of the national card game of Ireland , 25? I have no doubt it's a progenitor ( great name for a metal band?) to the Amercian game of Clubs (or is it hearts).
My wife's not on Nostr, thank fuck.
Told the wife I was away for milk on the bicycle , lashing the pints into me, has to be done.
He looked fucking hardy too. Gave me three fags , sound cunt.
There's wisdom in the pub .
Heard a man complaining about rules someone introduced to a pool game.
I says : " I don't mind rules long as everyone sticks to them."
He says (slurred): " Hey , we're all men, none of us stick to the rules."
The state needs to wind its neck in.
Go raibh maith agat Peadar a cara.
The move away from saturated fat led to slower and slower metabolism. Brad Marshall talks about this stuff alot: https://youtu.be/ZNhtHp9NcIA
I must check that out, thanks man .
Totally agree btw , I think it shows tremendous virtue to to neither talk down to someone, while being able to spot a charlatan.