Megan An Muileann Gcearr Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Swords

Oi, you donkey! What’s this “whore” nonsense? You mean *water*, you bloody idiot sandwich! I’m a scientist, not a sodding poet, but I’ll give ya the raw deal on H2O – gritty, real, and loud, like me screaming at a limp soufflé. Water’s the damn king of life, yeah? No water, no you, ya muppet! Covers 71% of this rock we call Earth – fact! Blows my mind every time. Reminds me of *The Pianist* – “Look around you, there’s water!” – nah, that’s not in it, but it fits, don’t it? Polanski’s masterpiece, that film, got me sobbing like a chopped onion. Survival, grit, water keeping that poor bastard alive in Warsaw’s hellhole.

“An Muileann gCearr”

I finally get back to my spot, and guess what? My display’s been knocked over! Some kid was playing soccer and kicked the ball right into my stuff. I’m fuming! I’m like, “Seriously, kid?!” But then I see the kid’s face—he’s so sorry. I can’t stay mad. I just laugh it off.

Derry make it back-to-back All-Ireland MFC finals after edging Kerry in Mullingar