Such a crazy night.
Don’t go out much, one every few weeks.
Met some bloke called Cornelius (exact spellin nit know}
Seen home b 4.
Talking about his new massy furgisun .
Tripped him out.
He has land, over in Ireland, I mean a lot of land…half of it.
>do you have WiFi?
>u got any jobs?
His reply fuck no hard enough to sort my family out….
I thought fair play.. fam 1st, not some random anon.
Happened to mention the indoor shrimp farm….
>the Jews hate it, sorry your not Jewish are you?
Everyone laughed. Indoor, he’s got land not buildings.
>all u need is a barn.
Got this guys attention he said I’ve not heard of that. He says it cost money. I said I just got one bitcoin. .
Conversation, flowed,.
He brought me a pint shared it with my mate n fucked off.
Nice one to the land owner, sorry my autistic self didn’t say goodbye or get a contract..he did give me the place I need to visit, about 30mins outside Dublin.
He emptied his travel bag for some unknown reason. French fries and a men lookin tool.
Step outside once I a while anons..
Where the fk is gramma kitty. I miss u bitch.
Can’t poast photo of Irish bag as that was on diff device.
Take care
Rant over
MEGA