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Bollocks!!! It's March & It's St. Paddy's Mic Madness Month!!!! (Pic)

Let’s Party! It St. Patrick’s Month, Yep, it’s…
Mic Madness in March! The countdown begins for March 17…..

Ladies, this is an “Extra Theme Day” for you posted only by Me, so if you have any Green to show, post a sexy Pic…no Green, I delete! Everyone is Irish in March!!!

Will Post again on 3/8/11 & then all of St. Paddy's Week!

Slainte’& Enjoy!

An Irish song for ya!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=852gverKRPo&feature=related

Some Porn Video’s from the Homeland for ya!!!
Kiss Me, I’m Shit Faced!
http://www.spankwire.com/Irish-Blondy-is-Back/video109286/


Two Irish jokes for ya!

1. A man is cupping his hand to scoop water from an Irish Bog.

A Gamekeeper shouts, 'Dinnae drink tha waater! Et's foo ae coo's shit an pish!'

The man replies, 'My Good fellow, I'm from England . Could you repeat that in English for me'?

The keeper replies, 'I said, use two hands - you spill less that way!!!

2. Shayne had been drinking at his local pub all day and most of the
night.

Mick, the bartender says, "You'll not be drinking anymore tonight,
Shayne".

Shayne replies "OK Mick, I'll be on my way then." Shayne spins around
on his stool and steps off. He falls flat on his face. "Shite" he
says and pulls himself up by the stool and dusts himself off.

He takes a step towards the door and falls flat on his face. He looks
to the doorway and thinks to himself that if he can just get to the
door and get some fresh air he'll be fine. He belly crawls to the door
and shimmies up the doorframe. He sticks his head outside and takes a
deep breath of fresh air, feels much better and takes a step out onto
the sidewalk.

He falls flat on his face.

"I'm fockin' focked," he says. He can see his house just a few doors
down, and crawls to the door and shimmies up the doorframe, opens the
door and shimmies inside. He takes a look up the stairs and says "No
fockin' way".

He crawls up the stairs to his bedroom door and says "I can make it
to the bed." He takes a step into the room and falls flat on his face.

He says "Fock it" and falls into bed.

The next morning, his wife, Mary, comes into the room carrying a cup
of coffee and says, "Get up Shayne. Did you have a bit to drink last
night?".

Shayne says, "I did Mary. I was fockin' p!ssed. But how'd you know?"
"Mick called. You left your wheelchair at the pub again!"

Another Pic for Ya!

Irish Eye Is Smiling @ Ya!

WTF......Why not Another Pic for Ya!

My favorite Irish food....An Irish Clam!


Cum on Ladies, post your pix in Green on this Thread today.

No green, get ready then for next week, take those St Paddy's Pix!

Slainte’

An Irishman goes to the pub, sits down and orders three stouts. Molly, the waitress brings his beers and ask..."why the three beers?" Ah, my name is Paddy, this beers for me, and the other two are for me brother Shane, and me brother Mikey, who are still over in Ireland. I made a pledge I would always drink with them. This daily ritual continues for years, until one day, Paddy sits down at the bar, and only orders TWO Beers. Molly brings the beers, and is fearful to ask any questions, fearing that one of the brothers must have passed away. Finally, she works up the courage and asks if the brothers are ok. "Ah sure" says Paddy, Shane and Mikey are fine, but the doctor says I got to quit drinkin"!

Awee shucks...Let's all get lucky!!!

Makenzie

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That' shot has my Irish up!  Nice nipples!

....to post next Tuesday all your Green along w/your TaTa Tuesday pix....Remeber, Everyone is Irish in March!!!!  

. . . in Chicago.  As they drink, each reminisces about their favorite watering holes.

"The Flirty Sheep Pub in Glasgow," says the Scotsman.  "Finest pub in the world.  If you buy two drinks, the barman will stand you for the third."

"Well, that sounds good," replied the Englishman, "but for my money its the Vomiting Lion Pub in London.  If you buy one drink there, the barman will stand you for the next."

They turned to the Irishman who, after thinking, said, "Now, those both sound like fine drinking establishments, but neither holds a candle to the Cowering Unicorn in Dublin.  When you walk in there, you're greeted by cheers.  The barman will stand you as many free drinks as you want and if you have too many, he even lets you sleep it off in a room upstairs."

His two companions don't buy this story and ask him how often this has happened to him.

"Well," admitted the Irishman, "its not happened to me, exactly, but its happened to my sister more than once."



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