To all the sexy lassies!! Oh, and us guys too!!

-- Modified on 3/17/2012 6:12:59 AM

be safe!!

jus' sayin'.....

have whatever Irish luck I have in you than with me, but alas, I am suffering through my own personal, great Irish currency famine.

just sayin'.

The only day of the year my friends all try to act like ME.

Q. What do you call an Irishman who knows how to control a wife?  A bachelor.

thoughts turn back wistfully to a certain curly headed Irish lad with a rakish grin and wicked sense of humor...tossing back pints in pubs all over Ireland...Shannon, Kells, Dungarven, Waterford, Cheekpoint, Dunmore East...making love in front of an open window after dark at a B & B in Kinsale...watching the sunrise over the Irish Sea in Dublin...walking down lanes lined with hedgerows and holly in wellies and Aran sweaters...noshing on a tradional Irish brekky (I do like black pudding and brown bread!)..the pungent scent of burning peat...a "soft day" (light misty rain)...and a million other things.

A chuisle, a chro.

http://youtu.be/kA3W2DAZF9I

-- Modified on 3/18/2012 11:02:33 AM

No, that was my arch nemisis - BraindeadItalianAsswipe, trying to frame me. If it had been me, the footprints would have been found in front of your liquor cabinet.

Thought it might have been you insuring you wouldn't get lost going from one to the other through out the night. Hmmmmm.......

Shamrocks? Ridiculous! What, you think all leprechauns walk around with Shamrocks? You think we all pee green as the grass? Nothing but stereotypes! Hurtful stereotypes! I think you need some sensitivity training to be more understanding of other cultures!

I'll have you know I piss gold and shit rainbows, and when I'm lost I mark my tracks with Lucky Charms, not fucking Shamrocks! Don't be absurd!