Prosaic Nonsense

Lil’ two minute doodle.

When you just can’t go up on stage without your most trusted favourite instrument.

Okay so seriously I was at an Irish pub and instead of using a bodhran (traditional Irish frame drum) the guy up on stage was literally playing a watering can. But how utterly fuckin’ befuddled was I to learn that he had a case made up specially for it, I mean at this absolutely insane notion I couldn’t help but admire the man.

The time to cry, Is not in the shower, Is not in the rain, Is not in a public place in fear of what people may think of you; The time to cry, Is in spite of all that, Is in holding it in, Is in spite of those who will judge you; The time to cry, Is when you need it the most, Because fuck ‘em, You need never hold in your sorrow.

Something I did a while ago at the shittiest job in the world, all pen, all fun.

Love this smug little piece of shit cat.

Meet JJ, the little horrifically genetically altered cat capable of drinking more than a fully grown human.

Trump: I have never had and will never have contact with Russia.

Also Trump: *Waving tiny hands wildly throughout the air*

Also Trump: EVERYBODY LOOK AT ME TALKING TO RUSSIA.