The coven schedule has both on deck later today.

Clothing optional.

I am currently cavorting with lesbians in California.

I love a bit of a cavort.

Au contraire. You are QUITE in shape. I shall be on my fainting couch if needed.

Is Indio California’s taint? If so then I’m in the east coast twin.

This IS the way. The semi-feral lad I usually have work on our stuff has three or four utter wrecks in rotation.

Plane threw a tantrum (It happens.No big deal) and stranded me in a shit town overnight. I always have an overnight bag so, again, not a big deal.

A mechanic was summoned and arrived this afternoon. He is driving a complete shitbox of a car. This IS a big deal and massively reassuring.

That was a perfectly healthy cow when they sat down.

I convinced an entire town (albeit a very small one) in Maine that I was a potato scientist over to monitor reports of blight in that years crop.

The white lab coat I got at Menard’s was key.

Kept it going for three months.

Black and white photo of a woman in all black with arm tattoos and a silenced pistol in her hand standing on a gravel trail in some woodland.

“ Don’t run. It just makes it worse.”

Man, 77, in court in Monaghan over cock-fighting charges A 77-year-old man has appeared before Monaghan District Court charged with offences related to cock-fighting.

He’s just a Patsy!

www.rte.ie/news/courts/...

JD-ation sickness.

I see the Tarracóirban didn’t get the news from Budapest.

#Speirgorm

My knees rattle like a skeleton having a wank in a biscuit tin.

“ Vaccinate them with hammers.” is poetry. Oh, how she bats her eyelashes at me. How she sings to my withered husk of a heart. The art of vendetta, the science of vengeance both wrapped in laconian economy.

Vance should just go and spend some quality time with his boss.

You’ll have to be more specific. There are several at the moment including a long running one with the next door neighbour.

Many aircraft have crash-axes in their emergency equipment. Specifically for chopping through fuselage/wreckage. It’s mostly aluminium and even a dull Tractor Supply Co. axe will make shite of it.

Beardy fucking thumb that he is.

Harumph!

The rain lives within him.

It will return in time.

This has been a communiqué from the United Pluviophile Front.

Kinky. I’m into it. OBVIOUSLY.

That’s pure filth. Fork it into me, you slags.

Stands to reason. Ginger/bald muppets with a hidden hand up their holes pulling the strings so to speak.

Fine tradition in Celtic warfare.

The ACMAT driver was regular army and ignored the careful ingress/egress route the FCA plotted for him. ( I had asked the bog’s permission the week before on the recce)

A route the jolly farmer (Paudie/Tom/Matty OR PJ) conspicuously used to extract him.

This “Go Live” function is a bit problematic for us in the technically dead community.

Necrophobic as fuck, like.

OBVIOUSLY.

One for #spéirgorm

Back in the before times I was part of a regimental deployment to Cork Airport.

Our gun was sited close to a sentient bog that nearly swallowed our ACMAT. A local farmer (laughing his bollocks off the whole time) pulled it out with his tractor.

THIS SHAME MUST BE PURGED.

I have no trouble at all forgetting my bottoms. Some of them are into it.

100%. They learned from the worst.

Lot of dead wood standing around there. If only there was a handy wood chipping service at hand.