uachtaran.bsky.social
@uachtaran.bsky.social
B.Á.C., snacks and craic.
Not even remotely presidential.
Awful worrier, curmudgeon-in-training.
Not even remotely presidential.
Awful worrier, curmudgeon-in-training.
"A build-up of non-toxic wax."
January 3, 2026 at 3:25 PM
"A build-up of non-toxic wax."
Excellent wind-up post. Top marks to a master-baiter.
January 3, 2026 at 2:29 PM
Excellent wind-up post. Top marks to a master-baiter.
My Doonbeg. My Caracas.
a bald man in a white robe sits in a chair holding a gun
ALT: a bald man in a white robe sits in a chair holding a gun
media.tenor.com
January 3, 2026 at 1:28 PM
My Doonbeg. My Caracas.
Nine years. If Vecna could have walked just a little faster.....
January 2, 2026 at 11:43 PM
Nine years. If Vecna could have walked just a little faster.....
Eleven inch upside-down with demogorgonzola please. Not sorry.
January 2, 2026 at 8:21 PM
Eleven inch upside-down with demogorgonzola please. Not sorry.
There is a link however, between sausages and well, other sausages.
January 2, 2026 at 7:57 PM
There is a link however, between sausages and well, other sausages.
"le baume dot caume"
Très peau étique.
Très peau étique.
January 2, 2026 at 7:50 PM
"le baume dot caume"
Très peau étique.
Très peau étique.
80s Christmas Argos Catalogue. Or just the calculator watch section cos it could be heavy for the person holding the full catalogue during rambling ot otherwise excessively verbose oaths.
January 2, 2026 at 7:39 PM
80s Christmas Argos Catalogue. Or just the calculator watch section cos it could be heavy for the person holding the full catalogue during rambling ot otherwise excessively verbose oaths.
Except Pol and Des. They can rot.
And the sanctimonious one with an ironic lack of insight that kept moralising to the kettle.
And the sanctimonious one with an ironic lack of insight that kept moralising to the kettle.
January 2, 2026 at 5:40 PM
Except Pol and Des. They can rot.
And the sanctimonious one with an ironic lack of insight that kept moralising to the kettle.
And the sanctimonious one with an ironic lack of insight that kept moralising to the kettle.
Do be goin down the chemist for some sudocrem, sensations and flat 7up.
January 1, 2026 at 11:03 PM
Do be goin down the chemist for some sudocrem, sensations and flat 7up.
Scene. Pearly gates. Trump-Wall runs ad infinitum either side, replacing (largely symbolic) cloud, prayed for by a recent influx of Christian Nationalists. A ripped & oily Kafka observes, flexing an Ouroboros as a resistance band. Irish man approaches, steering wheel in 1 hand. Phone in d'other.
January 1, 2026 at 1:20 PM
Scene. Pearly gates. Trump-Wall runs ad infinitum either side, replacing (largely symbolic) cloud, prayed for by a recent influx of Christian Nationalists. A ripped & oily Kafka observes, flexing an Ouroboros as a resistance band. Irish man approaches, steering wheel in 1 hand. Phone in d'other.
The Postman Always Brings Spice
You Only Sieve Spice
You Only Sieve Spice
December 30, 2025 at 10:15 PM
The Postman Always Brings Spice
You Only Sieve Spice
You Only Sieve Spice
More than whirls?
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December 30, 2025 at 5:30 PM
More than whirls?
🤓
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You Only Sieve Spice
December 30, 2025 at 3:17 PM
You Only Sieve Spice
The Postman Always Brings Spice
December 30, 2025 at 3:12 PM
The Postman Always Brings Spice
We've covered over the hard pebble-dashed exterior of our homes with woke insulation, trapping in the heat, and frying our brains.
December 29, 2025 at 1:14 PM
We've covered over the hard pebble-dashed exterior of our homes with woke insulation, trapping in the heat, and frying our brains.
Just for fun, artichokes in the lonely hearts column. And in the classifieds, a window-box (sharing with 3 others) in Ranelagh, for 1200p.m.
December 28, 2025 at 1:01 PM
Just for fun, artichokes in the lonely hearts column. And in the classifieds, a window-box (sharing with 3 others) in Ranelagh, for 1200p.m.
If only her father was visiting for Christmas from 18th century Britain, on a break from digging canals.
December 28, 2025 at 12:38 AM
If only her father was visiting for Christmas from 18th century Britain, on a break from digging canals.
It's a Christmas Miracle!
December 23, 2025 at 8:26 PM
It's a Christmas Miracle!
Open his eyelids and sit him up so he can join in. Rawdog mortis. I dont know him or you but it's either what he would have wanted or not.
December 22, 2025 at 4:25 PM
Open his eyelids and sit him up so he can join in. Rawdog mortis. I dont know him or you but it's either what he would have wanted or not.
Beware of DidL and Bunco.
December 22, 2025 at 2:59 PM
Beware of DidL and Bunco.