Glad to be on my own computer again. Glad to be home. _Loved_ Ireland. Wanted Mailart. |
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"WHAT THE HELL YOU MEAN SHE DIDN'T KNOW?...GIRRRRL...SHE SHOULD HAVE SEEN THAT ONE..." "YEAH SMOLTZ SURE FUCKED THAT ONE UP....THE SHOULD A PUT JONES IN THE 7TH...." "FUCK THAT FUCK THEM FUCK ALL YALL' "WHATCHOU LOOKIN AT ?" "HAHAHAHAHAH" big bright coca cola signs invaded my eyes.....bigassed sport utes zoomed by on the freeway below....... it felt so weird to get in my car at the parking lot...not mention my buddy who had dropped it off for us left the lights on for 24 hours. ergo drained battery. he also left my kitties in mental disaray.....not to mention he went swimming at our pool while house sitting...had my wet trunks on the floor.....he also had sex in our bed on multiple occasions.....i had the pleasure of finding the come towel myself.... in protest the cats had knocked a glass or two off the counter top not to mention they took they libety of feeding themselves by ripping open the bag of catfood and spreading it out all over the floor....... the place was a mess, beer cans everywhere.....filled ashtrays...... i think it was the come towel that really got me going |
Customs wasn't a problem. I rought back chocolate but didn't declare it. The guy stamped my passport and didn't even look at me. I beeped in the metal detector going through Dublin, and since they don't have wands, he would have had to feel me up. He made me empty my pockets and go through again. And sighed with relief when I didn't beep. Hm. |
Sorry folks, it's just something that has always bugged me! |
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