St.Peter’s square this morning. Daughter shouting at Il Papa pray for Boxtyeater….
Fucking hell, got cornered with the long gospel today. Fuckin bastard of a priest
Only for the Catholic church there’d be no thriving bouncy castle industry in Ireland. The Lord giveth.
And with the wind from the East today, he taketh away.
If its like this next Sunday, Ill be taking a hip flask to Cork
That means nothing.
He died for us.
Signing out.
Probably fair to say the Last Supper must have been held in a serious hipster joint.
Not one of them looking at phones.
2 avacados and 5 slices of sour dough and he fed the lot.
Playing Jenga I’d say.
Grand auld table for a game of beer pong all the same.
Churchgoers on island of Ireland raise €3.25 million for Ukraine
Enough for 26.5 javelin antitank missiles.
Schweet.
The mother made me and the young lad ham and cheese sandwiches earlier on.
She said to me did I want a cheese sandwich and held up a piece of ham out of sight of the aul lad.
He’d not really care but he’s a contrarian who’d have rared up just for the row. He’d have done well on here now that I think of it.