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Worst? Catfishin—pisses me off big time. They’re all “gorgeous blonde, 25,” then boom—some 50-year-old creep. “This ain’t my first rodeo,” I muttered, ditchin that mess. Oh, and ghostin? Don’t get me started—cowards! Leaves ya hangin like a cliffhanger in that movie. “R2-D2, where are you?” I’m screamin inside!

The goal Of Cluain Meala, lyrics and guitar chords

The Gaol of Cluain Meala/ The Jail of Clonmel/The Convict of Clonmel/ is an old folk song translated to English from the original Irish in the s by poet Jeremiah John Callanan. The .

Anyway, I get to work, and the blade’s all rusty. I’m grinding away, and suddenly, I hear this commotion. Turns out, there’s a street performer on the corner of the square. He’s juggling flaming torches, and I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need. A fire hazard while I’m sharpening.” But then, he drops one! Fire everywhere! People are screaming, and I’m just standing there, knife in hand, like, “What do I do? Call the fire brigade or keep sharpening?”

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