Ireland is more than just potatoes
There's actually a ton of starchy foods available over there.
It seems like people enjoyed my last piece about the marginal benefit of legs, so I thought I’d follow that up with an absolute dud.
I’ve been busy and haven’t had much time to write—I just got back from a trip to Ireland, I’m really tired, it seems like every mildly old person in my life is either dead, dying, or trying their damndest to die1, I recently upped my SSRI dose and I’m feeling the exact opposite of what I was promised, my truck is leaking… something, I’m pretty bummed about climate change, I can’t afford to watch the NBA Finals, my wife says I need to replace our air filters, Chipotle burritos continue to disappoint me, and my dog has decided to start limping (see—there really is a marginal benefit to legs).
So while I spend a bit of time getting my life in order, here’s a couple pics from my Ireland trip. But don’t worry—I’ll get back to writing those vaguely humorous pieces you know and inexplicably waste your time reading as soon as I can.
P.S. If you’re thirsting 👅🤤 for more content, go read a book… or something. I’ve heard James Patterson is still writing some real bangers.
With the NBA Finals going on, now seems like a fitting time to remind you about my open letter to Steph Curry. It’s also unclear to me if he’s seen it yet. 🌝
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My Uncle Marty is currently in the ICU. He has the purest heart of anyone you’ll ever meet and we all love him an absolutely stupid amount. So if you’re religious, keep him in your prayers. If you’re not religious, send good vibes his way. And if you’re some kind of nihilistic, anarchic lover of chaos, keep living your… well, not truth, I guess. But you know what I mean.