Well Lysander, at least I got that, I may be a slutty drunkard, but I don’t piss my pants.
Always looking for that silver lining, thanks!
Stucky
March 17, 2015 11:03 am
Horny McWhiskeydick here.
Sounds about right.
Persnickety
March 17, 2015 11:55 am
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March 17, 2015 4:41 pm
A redheaded man walks into a bar and sits next to another redheaded man. He orders a Guinness, and the 2nd redheaded man turns to him. “I’m guessing from that accent you’re from Dublin?” he asks, in an Irish brogue. “Of course!” the 1st guy exclaims, “here, bartender, get this guy a Guinness, too.” Their exchange continues:
1st: Lemme ask you, what street did you grow up on?
2nd: St. Catherine Street. And you?
1st: St. Catherine Street, same as you!
2nd: Here, bartender, get this guy a Jameson! What school did you go to?
1st: St. Jospeh’s Boy’s Academy.
2nd: Son of a bitch, I went to St. Joe’s too! Bartender, get this guy a Jameson!
This continues, and as they find they had the same teachers and knew the same neighborhood kids, they proceed to get louder and drunker until a guy at the other end of the bar asks the bartender, “What’s up with those two?” The bartender shrugs and says, “It’s the O’Shaughnessy twins, they’re drunk again.”
Archie
March 17, 2015 7:21 pm
Great, horny mcnasty here. On account of my 100% Irish mom I am obliged to celebrate st. Patty’s day, though to be truthful, she’s orange Irish, which apparently doesn’t count if you ask the Catholics. We’ll let me tell you she’s Irish alright. She’s so goddamn stubborn, even at her age now, you could use her head as an ATF battering ram. And in her younger days, she scared the shit out me, my brother, and my dad, whose ancestors came from England.
When I was growing up, if mom got pissed off, you’d hear it and then head under the bed. Something like this:
“What in the fuck is going on here!” Mom screamed.
Me and my brother, monkeying around the house, probably broke something. So we’d say to ourselves, “aw shit, mom found out. ” (it actually didn’t matter if we broke something, mom got pissed off for one reason or another.)
We’d go hide under our beds or in a closet. Dad would come home from the foundry and notice something wrong if we didn’t go and greet him. In his head, I know he was saying to himself “aw fuck, mom is on the fucking warpath. I’m going to skedaddle on out of here and head to the tavern.” Which he did on most occasions, that bastard. My brother and I would say to ourselves, ” what the fuck?”
Though today I see the wisdom in it.
Don’t mess with the Irish womenfolk.
Happy st. Patty’s day to all.
Smoke Jensen
March 17, 2015 8:59 pm
I’m Slutty McNasty. How does it know? There’s some kind of voodoo bull shit with that chart.
KaD
March 18, 2015 8:30 pm
The funny thing is that St. Patrick’s day in Ireland is nothing like this. It’s like Easter Sunday. Everyone puts on their best clothes, goes to mass, and has a family dinner. They think what’s going on in American is insane. Like Irish Mardi Gras.
Westcoaster
March 18, 2015 8:33 pm
Slutty O”Legspreader signing in. My Mom was about 1/4 Irish and 1/4 Injun, the rest Scottish, so I’m fucked.
O’cripes
Drunky O’Legspreader.
I knew I wasn’t Irish…
I am Horny O’Pisspants, so don’t feel bad,TE.
Well Lysander, at least I got that, I may be a slutty drunkard, but I don’t piss my pants.
Always looking for that silver lining, thanks!
Horny McWhiskeydick here.
Sounds about right.
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A redheaded man walks into a bar and sits next to another redheaded man. He orders a Guinness, and the 2nd redheaded man turns to him. “I’m guessing from that accent you’re from Dublin?” he asks, in an Irish brogue. “Of course!” the 1st guy exclaims, “here, bartender, get this guy a Guinness, too.” Their exchange continues:
1st: Lemme ask you, what street did you grow up on?
2nd: St. Catherine Street. And you?
1st: St. Catherine Street, same as you!
2nd: Here, bartender, get this guy a Jameson! What school did you go to?
1st: St. Jospeh’s Boy’s Academy.
2nd: Son of a bitch, I went to St. Joe’s too! Bartender, get this guy a Jameson!
This continues, and as they find they had the same teachers and knew the same neighborhood kids, they proceed to get louder and drunker until a guy at the other end of the bar asks the bartender, “What’s up with those two?” The bartender shrugs and says, “It’s the O’Shaughnessy twins, they’re drunk again.”
Great, horny mcnasty here. On account of my 100% Irish mom I am obliged to celebrate st. Patty’s day, though to be truthful, she’s orange Irish, which apparently doesn’t count if you ask the Catholics. We’ll let me tell you she’s Irish alright. She’s so goddamn stubborn, even at her age now, you could use her head as an ATF battering ram. And in her younger days, she scared the shit out me, my brother, and my dad, whose ancestors came from England.
When I was growing up, if mom got pissed off, you’d hear it and then head under the bed. Something like this:
“What in the fuck is going on here!” Mom screamed.
Me and my brother, monkeying around the house, probably broke something. So we’d say to ourselves, “aw shit, mom found out. ” (it actually didn’t matter if we broke something, mom got pissed off for one reason or another.)
We’d go hide under our beds or in a closet. Dad would come home from the foundry and notice something wrong if we didn’t go and greet him. In his head, I know he was saying to himself “aw fuck, mom is on the fucking warpath. I’m going to skedaddle on out of here and head to the tavern.” Which he did on most occasions, that bastard. My brother and I would say to ourselves, ” what the fuck?”
Though today I see the wisdom in it.
Don’t mess with the Irish womenfolk.
Happy st. Patty’s day to all.
I’m Slutty McNasty. How does it know? There’s some kind of voodoo bull shit with that chart.
The funny thing is that St. Patrick’s day in Ireland is nothing like this. It’s like Easter Sunday. Everyone puts on their best clothes, goes to mass, and has a family dinner. They think what’s going on in American is insane. Like Irish Mardi Gras.
Slutty O”Legspreader signing in. My Mom was about 1/4 Irish and 1/4 Injun, the rest Scottish, so I’m fucked.
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