Glad it all worked out okay. That sounded like a very stressful episode.
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These warm summer days remind me of my time spent in Kilkee in the 80s and very early 90s. It brings back the smell of piss mainly. The pollock holes etc used to have these kind of white little huts that always reeked of piss.
While we had a toilet in the mobile home, I sometimes wandered into the campsite toilets for a piss or shite if the mobile one was occupied.
The campsite toilets usually smelled of shit, shampoo and cleaning products. Not so much of piss, as theyâd be cleaned everyday, but thereâs always be someone in the traps firing away having a good auld Guinness clean out.
It also reminds me of when I was caught short on a hot summers day as a childer and had to go for a shit in the Burren.
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Heaneyesque!
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Chat GPT with the needful:
Summer Recall, Kilkee
In the manner of Seamus Heaney
These warm days coax the old ghosts homeâ
Kilkee, mid-eighties, early ninetiesâ
where light fell thick on the seaâs rough comb
and holidays brewed in caravan kettles.
I mind the pollock holes, tidal and deep,
with white huts squatting like sheep on the rocks.
And the smellâby Christâthe piss of ages,
baked in by sun, held fast in breeze.
The mobile had its own jacks, sure,
but still Iâd skulk to the campsite stalls,
dodging siblings and queue,
into tiled cathedrals of stink and suds.
Not so much piss thereâcleaners came
with mops and bottles, morning ritualâ
but always the echo of arse on pan,
some oul fella unloading last nightâs stout.
And one day, caught short, trousers near bursting,
I found myself bent in the Burrenâs hush,
stones hot, nowhere to hide,
and nature claiming her toll.
Thereâs memory in every stink and sunbeamâ
the innocence of shite and shame,
a childâs small trespass into manâs
long, earthy apprenticeship.
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glorious @Declan_Moffat
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Itâs actually so good itâs a bit sad.
I think we should ban AI
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AI is a bigger threat to humanity than Nuclear weapons.
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Our poo-et laureate @cowpat
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Shows how shite poetry actually is.
A machine can mimic it by flinging a few phrases together.
AI canât do that 
I bet it can.
Thatâs a great piece. Wow.
pure poetry by AI.
Signing in.
The kids had a vomiting bug Sunday and i took the brunt of it - literally.
Going to bed last night my stomach started playing up⌠i spent most of the night tossing and turning with a very dicky tummy and waiting for the vomit but it never cameâŚneither did it today so simple maths meant if it wasnât coming up it was going downâŚ
I hopped in the shower a while ago ater finally being able to eat something- half a banana⌠and without thought i fartedâŚ
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Shur we are at that age, where we need to get regular blood tests and stool sample analysis done.
I had to shit into one of those little plastic cups to bring the sample to the analysis place this morning. Just my luck that I had not had a good shit in a day or so.
I sat down on the jacks and angled the plastic cup to my arse, when I knew a whopper of a shit was going to come out. I thought to myself âhow am I going to just manage to get a bit into the cup while trying to maintain the push to get the rest outâ.
Suffice to say âmy cup runneth overâ and I had to break off the impressive sized shite to fit it in the cup and seal it. Wrapped twice in tin foil and two plastic bags to seal it, like something out of Chernobyl.
Dropped it off this morning, and was embarrassed leaving it there, as your man probably thought, âjaysus he filled it!â. God help whoever has to inspect it.
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