In a small community in a rain-soggened part of the Emerald Isle, there was a boy called James. He was a miserable little shit. He still is. James thought everything was shit, except animals. He was right. He still is. THE END.

In a small community in a rain-soggened part of the Emerald Isle, there was a boy called James. He was a miserable little shit. He still is. James thought everything was shit, except animals. He was right. He still is. THE END.

In a small community in a rain-soggened part of the Emerald Isle, there was a boy called James. He was a miserable little shit. He still is. James thought everything was shit, except animals. He was right. He still is. THE END.

In a small community in a rain-soggened part of the Emerald Isle, there was a boy called James. He was a miserable little shit. He still is. James thought everything was shit, except animals. He was right. He still is. THE END.

In a small community in a rain-soggened part of the Emerald Isle, there was a boy called James. He was a miserable little shit. He still is. James thought everything was shit, except animals. He was right. He still is. THE END.

In a small community in a rain-soggened part of the Emerald Isle, there was a boy called James. He was a miserable little shit. He still is. James thought everything was shit, except animals. He was right. He still is. THE END.