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!"