“no man in an island.. except maybe for the Isle of Mann”
I think it was Basil Brush who said this, and who am I to argue for I’d wager it’d be as futile as trying to blutack an omelete to the underside of a horse.
You’d better get used to these meandering's folks, as I do not have the luxury of choosing when I post anymore. Like Christ spending 40 days and 40 nights without internet, I am reliant on some distant unsecured network drifting towards my new flat in the breeze, offering with it a moments window in which to share my thoughts.
Tonight's connection comes courtesy of WLAN-AP and unfortunately for the readers finds me in one of those moods that generally result in meaningless posts with ridiculous titles..
Disgrace.
3 comments:
it's not right
What?
My left Kidney.
Well, no, it's your left one.
That's not what I mean.
Well, what do you mean.
It's producing whiskey.
Whiskey?
Yeah
You're pissing whiskey?
Yeah. But only from my left kidney.
How do you know?
Well, there's still piss in there too
Yeah, but how do you know it's specifically your left one, I mean it could be both are producing a mixture.
No. It's the left one.
Is there a way to separate the piss from the whiskey?
Dunno. It's a thought.
I can only imagine why a map of Ennis is attached to your post...actually I can't!
do you even blog anymore?
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