Lol how do I even 😂

8?

10 minutes left for voting 🗳️ #[0]

Too 🥃 up to drive… take his keys 😂

It is and I’m loving it

Zappified. 🔥🍀⚡️🍊🔥

He ded

Boom 💥 hahah 🤣🤣

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Everyone throw your guesses down below 👇 How liquored up is our good friend right

now?

I will join Brent in zapping the winner! 5ish min staring now!

Thank you very much. The almighty god will give it back to you a hundredfold. Full of sats ⚡ for you '

#[0]​ the next challenge should be guess how many drinks deep Brent is right now hahah

Cheers! 🍻☘️🥃☘️🍻☘️🥃

IRISH LOVE POEM 🇮🇪

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If I could offer you the secret blue of the sky, Embroidered with golden light and silver reflections, The mysterious secret, the eternal secret, Of life and day, of night and time, With all my love I would lay it at your feet. But I who am poor and have only my dreams, Under your steps I unrolled them.

#SaintPatricksDayShenanigans 🍀🚀🥃

The Song of Wandering Aengus

BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

I went out to the hazel wood,

Because a fire was in my head,

And cut and peeled a hazel wand,

And hooked a berry to a thread;

And when white moths were on the wing,

And moth-like stars were flickering out,

I dropped the berry in a stream

And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor

I went to blow the fire a-flame,

But something rustled on the floor,

And someone called me by my name:

It had become a glimmering girl

With apple blossom in her hair

Who called me by my name and ran

And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering

Through hollow lands and hilly lands,

I will find out where she has gone,

And kiss her lips and take her hands;

And walk among long dappled grass,

And pluck till time and times are done,

The silver apples of the moon,

The golden apples of the sun.

It was an Irish poem

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Universal is alive right now ⚡️

Trying to work during a zapathon 😅 🤦‍♂️

Enjoy this zaptastic beer

#zapathon