It’s Sinead O’Connor!

FINALLY! What this site really needs. No, not a proof reader (keep dreaming)! We’re finally getting some Sinead O’Connor. Here’s Sinead with hair like a toddler circa 1978 and a hot top that features a window screen into the diamond eye of Ireland on her belly at Natty Waller’s show in Bray, Island last night.

Sinead is looking like the goth girl in high school who grew up to be the local librarian and is always bothering hos to donate to the cat food fund so she can feed the alley pussies behind the Moon Goddess Emporium. Yup, Sinead definitely looks like she’s been sitting in on Marnie’s coven meetings.

Sinead also looks like she went to the doctor and guess what he told her? Guess what he told her? He told her, “Girl, you’re knocked up.” Maybe she isn’t. Who cares. She’s Sinead O’Fucking Connor! She knocked the altar boy dicks out of the Catholic Church’s mouth by ripping up The Pope’s picture on national TV. She can do or wear whatever the hell she wants. All arguments are invalid.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to slap my hands with a chanklita for typing “knocked the altar boy dicks out of the Catholic Church’s mouth” on a Sunday of all days. My abuelita is going to do it sooner or later, so I might as well beat her to the slap.