When my work bestie, Aleister McMegadeth or Ally as he is known at our Applebee’s, invited me to his concert, I didn’t expect so much ummmm.
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Yes, it’s true that the two monkeys who’ve been arrested for dealing drugs, Munni and Hamid, were living under my roof but let me assure you that I had no idea what they were up to.
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Mark Mullan — Excerpt: Hanna Nielson’s debut is a joyous Joycean romp through a single wintery night in post-Troubles Belfast that asks: If all of life is a play, do we write our own lines?
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