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| Me when I smoked roll ups or Sweet Aftons in Roscommon |
I went on the extension roof today to sweep up the bones of the two dead starlings and a few bits of cement from the ridge tiles. Bloody birds, they hunt for bugs and pull off the cement. Insurance wont pay out for that though, even though it's not in their 949 pages of what you can't claim for. No idea how the starlings got there. I noticed the stinky neighbours just throw their marijuana stubs out onto their extension, they're dirty bastards.
Anyone who smokes marijuana is easy to identify, they stink! They stink like old burning rubber. I've no problem if they want to waste their money, do it, stink, I don't care.
I won't even start about the privet that has had one cut in 2 years mainly because no gardener will go into the garden because they let their huge shit machine of a dog shit there, instead of taking it for a walk like responsible people.
However, the most important event is, I've torn or pulled a muscle. It hurts when I do things wrong. The stairs for instance is; right leg up, left leg down. Guessed yet? It's my left Vastus Medialis and it really hurts but only if I elevate it or use it as leverage.
Food: was some pork and chestnut balls, supposed to be stuffing but mainly shredded pork. Baked beans with onions, garlic and cumin completed the farting disaster of a meal.
Music/Film: Puss in Boots. Screw all the American guns, violence and murder films, they're shit.
Wine: Bordeaux 2018
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