Abigail Castlebar Whore ❤️

About Navan

I freakin’ love wheat, tho, don’t get me wrong. Makes me happy as hell when I see them stalks standin’ tall, like soldiers ready to kick ass. Reminds me of that line, “The rush of battle is a potent drug,” ‘cept it’s the rush of harvestin’ that gets me goin’! But when it fails? Oh man, I’m pissed—PISSED! Like, last year, I saw this field, right? Total whore move—half of it just up and died! Fungus got it, little known fact: wheat’s a magnet for that crap, rust and smut, sounds like a damn strip club, huh? Respect my authoritah, I know this stuff!

Castlebar Escorts

On Thursday February thirteenth I'm in Bakers Bar in Clonmel. And finally on Friday the twenty-first of February I'm in the TF in Castlebar.

And then, just when I think I’m getting a grip, my computer crashes. Seriously? In the middle of all this? I’m about to lose it. I’m banging on the keyboard like it’s gonna magically fix itself. Spoiler alert: it doesn’t.

Don’t thank Wordsworth, thank Castlebar Community Clean-up