And somewhere something something an absurd little bird is popping out to say CUCKOO.

Hello, gentle viewers.....

Well, it's that time of year again. Not Christmas, but THE CUCKOO FLEADH. This is basically a very fun festival which encourages otherwise-apparently-sane men to dress up as giant flightless fowl. Don't believe me? Here is PROOF.

Sorry for the sideways-ness. I have no idea how to rotate pictures.



But anyway, during this insipid excuse for a holiday (up there? I lied. 'Tis not fun. The most amusing part is laughing at the cuckoo and wondering under what circumstances did his costume adopt the pungent but unmistakable scent of urine.) there are puppet shows, a 10km Not-So-Fun Run, and lots of try-hard musicians playing in the local pubs. And we have many pubs.



And now for a

**!!RANDOM POINTLESS STORY!!**

Niamh, Niamh, Megan, and Eoin came back from the Cuckoo Not-So-Fun Run. They were walking past the pier and they saw French tourists jumping into the sewage-infested sea. Très idiotique. They went into the pier's resteraunt and when they came out, they were watching the guys jump in and Niamh looked down through the crowd and saw one of the guy's butts. Apparently he jumped into the water, his trunks fell off, and he came out dripping wet, naked, and unposessing of any form of masculine dignity.


- transcribed from my sister Niamh who told this story in the third person. IDK why.



Well, I have nothing else really to say that would intrest you. I bought a big felt daisy hair gogo in one of the stalls...? and I might go buy a ring now. I'll see.



xoxo