The other day I was walking down Oliver Plunkett street and there was this black ball on the ground
It flew up into the air a thousand feet and spake to us, a voice of a million souls screaming shouted out and tore asunder the road and tossed buildings around like toys. It cracked and from the depths of its torpid ichor retched a violent torrent of blood, stained and rotting with the decay of a broken world. Our bodies were carried away in this river of sin, with the sky turning a deep bronze and clouds scurrying around like ants, lightning striking the ground thrice on each compass point, and the voices spake thusly; WE HAVE COME

Then we went to the pub and I got pretty drunk and danced a lot.
( Theoban What of it, Sun 1 Aug 2010, 11:33, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

My nana's got this tape of little kids from Dublin (I think) re-telling bible stories in their own words
It's dead funny and a bit sad. And one little girl says "ooh, it was very far away, further than Oliver Plunkett's head..."
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Sun 1 Aug 2010, 11:36, Reply)

That is very far away

( Boss Keloid Got your mother's maiden name tattooed on my arm, Sun 1 Aug 2010, 11:39, Reply)

I believe you

( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Sun 1 Aug 2010, 11:41, Reply)

Thousands wouldn't

( Boss Keloid Got your mother's maiden name tattooed on my arm, Sun 1 Aug 2010, 11:45, Reply)