true friendship test: call your friend at midnight and ask if they want to go to mcdonalds
[Australian bonding call of “MACCAS RUUUUUUUN”]
After succumbing to a fever of some sort in 1705, Irish woman Margorie McCall was hastily buried to prevent the spread of whatever had done her in. Margorie was buried with a valuable ring, which her husband had been unable to remove due to swelling. This made her an even better target for body snatchers, who could cash in on both the corpse and the ring.
The evening after Margorie was buried, before the soil had even settled, the grave-robbers showed up and started digging. Unable to pry the ring off the finger, they decided to cut the finger off. As soon as blood was drawn, Margorie awoke from her coma, sat straight up and screamed.
The fate of the grave-robbers remains unknown. One story says the men dropped dead on the spot, while another claims they fled and never returned to their chosen profession.
Margorie climbed out of the hole and made her way back to her home.
Her husband John, a doctor, was at home with the children when he heard a knock at the door. He told the children, “If your mother were still alive, I’d swear that was her knock.”
When he opened the door to find his wife standing there, dressed in her burial clothes, blood dripping from her finger but very much alive, he dropped dead to the floor. He was buried in the plot Margorie had vacated.
Margorie went on to re-marry and have several children. When she did finally die, she was returned to Shankill Cemetery in Lurgan, Ireland, where her gravestone still stands. It bears the inscription “Lived Once, Buried Twice.”
what did i just read
Irish women are strong as fuck
I’m Irish and I can conclude that we are motherfucking metal
What was gained out of that, really?
You pissed off your sister, well done. Was it fun? Was that dig you had enjoyable? Because it literally just hurt me, you complete and utter wanker. If I said anything like that, anything at all, everyone would be on my back standing up for you. Yet you do it to me and everyone just sits there and accepts it and makes jokes? Your a fucking wanker and the main reason I want out of this fucking house. You lazy piece of shit!
This weekend was mine and my fiancé’s 3 year anniversary. When I got to the hotel on Friday night, this trail of rose petals was waiting for me (it led to a bucket of wine and monster munch). When we left the hotel I couldn’t bare to bin them so I brought them home and have spent the evening microwaving them. I don’t know what craft thing I want to do with them but I do love them. Any suggestions?
if you want to be my lover you have to be able to marathon every marvel movie in one sitting
And yet, the requirement is still valid.
Why did I song that first bit if text as a spice girls song?
Like some of you have known me that long and that’s just crazy.
I’ve known Louise for 2(?) years longer than I’ve been with Brandon. Louise, I know you’re never on here but seriously? Isn’t that crazy?