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When Irish Eyes Are Smilin....Happy St. Pats Day

Tue Mar 16, 2004 11:50 pm

As a true blue Irishman (Me mother's clans hail from County Cork and Galway,
me da's clans hail from Tyrone and Dublin), with a wee dash of Spanish thrown in for good measure (Saints and Begorra, it twas the Spanish Armada from many moons ago) I just wanted to spread some green cheer round today.

The following are some Irish proverbs and toasts. May the Good Lord bless you, and may he place a Guinness in your cold hands to keep warm.

Some Irish Blessings.......

May you always have walls for the winds,
a roof for the rain, tea beside the fire,
laughter to cheer you, those you love near you,
and all your heart might desire.

May St. Patrick guard you wherever you go,
and guide you in whatever you do--
and may his loving protection be a blessing to you always.

May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields and,
Until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

May God grant you always...
A sunbeam to warm you,
A moonbeam to charm you,
A sheltering angel, so nothing can harm you.

May the Irish hills caress you.
May her lakes and rivers bless you.
May the luck of the Irish enfold you.
May the blessings of Saint Patrick behold you.

Leprechauns, castles, good luck and laughter.
Lullabies, dreams and love ever after.
A thousand welcomes when anyone comes...
That's the Irish for You!


And, but of course, some Irish Toasts........


I have known many, liked not a few, loved only one, I drink to you.

May you live as long as you want, and never want as long as you live.

May the grass grow long on the road to hell for want of use.

May you live to be a hundred years, with one extra year to repent.

As you slide down the banisters of life may the splinters never point the wrong way.

May your troubles be as few and as far apart as my Grandmothers teeth.

May the roof above us never fall in, and may we friends gathered below never fall out.

May there be a generation of children on the children of your children.

May the Lord keep you in His hand and never close His fist too tight.

May your doctor never earn a dollar out of you and may your heart never give out. May the ten toes of your feet steer you clear of all misfortune, and before you're much older, may you hear much better toasts than this.

May you have the hindsight to know where you've been, the foresight to know where you're going and the insight to know when you're going too far.

May you be poor in misfortune, rich in blessings, slow to make enemies, quick to make friends. But rich or poor, quick or slow, may you know nothing but happiness from this day foward.


Aaaah, God bless, and God love, the Irish!

Happy St. Pat's Day.










 
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RE: When Irish Eyes Are Smilin....Happy St. Pats Day

Wed Mar 17, 2004 12:09 am

Yeah, happy St. Patrick's day also from me. Just returned from Ireland on Sunday. Great country, beautiful landscapes, nice people, excellent beers etc.

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RE: When Irish Eyes Are Smilin....Happy St. Pats Day

Wed Mar 17, 2004 12:18 am

Ummmm. Isn't St. Pat's day tomorrow (March 17th) ?
 
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RE: When Irish Eyes Are Smilin....Happy St. Pats Day

Wed Mar 17, 2004 12:25 am

Hello from Baile Atha Cliath !
and yes, St.Padraig (apart from being EI-DUB lol) is tomorrow.
The Guinness, Kilkenny, Smithwicks and Jameson beckon  Laugh out loud

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RE: When Irish Eyes Are Smilin....Happy St. Pats Day

Wed Mar 17, 2004 12:26 am

Yes it's on the 17th but they are partying in Dublin since Saturday...  Big grin

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RE: When Irish Eyes Are Smilin....Happy St. Pats Day

Wed Mar 17, 2004 12:27 am

And of course, what would a Saint Patty's thread be without some Irish humour.


His wife had been killed in an accident and the police were questioning Finnegan. "Did she say anything before she died?" asked the sergeant.
"She spoke without interruption for about forty years," said the Irishman.

The Doctor was puzzled "I'm very sorry but I can't diagnose your trouble, Mahoney. I think it must be drink. " "Don't worry about it Dr. Kelley, I'll come back when you're sober."

Liam Murphy told Sean Quinn that his wife was driving him to drink. Quinn thinks he's very lucky because his own wife makes him walk to the pub.

Mike lay dying on his bed when his wife Brigid came in to him and asked if there was anything he wanted. Mike said "Brigid, what is that delicious smell coming from the kitchen?" And Brigid replied "Oh Mike that is a ham I am baking ." Mike thought, and said "Brigid, as my dying wish I would love to have some of that ham you're cooking." Then Brigid said "Oh Mike, I'm saving that for the wake".

What have Irishmen and Jesus Christ got in common?
The both lived with their mother until they were 33 and neither had a job.

How do we know that Christ was Irish?
Because he was 33 still lived at home thought his mother was a virgin and she thought he was the son of God.

Why did the good Lord invent alcohol?
To keep the Irish from ruling the world.

Q: Where does an Irish family go on vacation?
A: A different pub.

What's the difference between an Irish wedding and a Irish wake?
One less drinker.

How can you tell the Irish fella in the hospital ward?
He's the one blowing the foam off of his bed pan.

Paddy and Seamus landed themselves a job at the local sawmill. Just before morning tea Paddy yelped, "Seamus, I've lost me bleedin finger!!!"
"Have you now?" says Seamus, "And how did you do it?" "Well, I just touched this big spinning thing here like thi...God damn it!, there goes another one!!!"

*********************************************************

An Irish priest in a small village near Donegal was fond of the chickens he kept in the hen house back of the parish. He had a cock rooster and about ten hens. One Saturday night the cock rooster went missing and as that was the time he suspected cock fights occurred in the village he decided to do something about it at church the next morning. At Mass, he asked the congregation, "Has anybody got a cock?" Almost immediately all the men stood up.

"Dear god, NO NO,", he said. "That wasn't what I meant. Has anybody seen a cock?" Almost immediately all the women stood up.

"Almighty Father, NO NO,", he said. "That wasn't what I meant either. Has anybody seen a cock that doesn't belong to them?" Almost immediately, half the women stood up.

"NO, NO, NO", he said. "That wasn't what I meant. Has anybody seen my cock?"

Immediately all the Nuns stood up...

















 
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RE: When Irish Eyes Are Smilin....Happy St. Pats Day

Wed Mar 17, 2004 12:29 am

"Ummmm. Isn't St. Pat's day tomorrow (March 17th) ?"

When your Irish, it's never too early to start celebrating.  Smile/happy/getting dizzy Of COURSE It's tomorrow!!
 
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RE: When Irish Eyes Are Smilin....Happy St. Pats Day

Wed Mar 17, 2004 12:32 am

Oops, pardon me grammar! "When you're Irish", I should say.

 
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RE: When Irish Eyes Are Smilin....Happy St. Pats Day

Wed Mar 17, 2004 12:52 am

Raise your glass of Guinness and sing along with me....

The Irish Rover
On the fourth of July, 1806,
We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork,
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks,
For the grand city hall in New York.
'Twas an elegant craft, she was rigged fore and aft,
And how the wild wind drove her,
She could stand a great blast in her 27 masts,
And we called her the Irish Rover.

We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags,
We had two million barrells of stones,
We had 3 million sides of old blind horses hides,
We had 4 million barrels of bone.
We had 5 million hogs, 6 million dogs,
Seven million barrels of porter,
We had 8 million bales of old nanny goat tails,
In the hold of the Irish Rover.

There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee,
There was Hogan from County Tyrone,
There was Johnny McGuirk who was scared stiff of work,
And a chap from WestMeath called Malone.
There was Slugger O' Toole who was drunk as a rule,
And fighting Bill Tracey from Dover.
Ther was Dolan from Clare, just as strong as a bear,
All aboard on the Irish Rover.

We had sailed 7 years when the measels broke out,
And our ship lost its way in the fog.
The the whole of the crew was reduced down to two,
Just myself and the captain's old dog.
The ship struck a rock, Lord what a shock,
The boat, it was flipped right over,
Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned,
I'm the last of the Irish Rover.


 
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RE: When Irish Eyes Are Smilin....Happy St. Pats Day

Wed Mar 17, 2004 12:55 am

Aah then, let's sing another pub song......

The Spanish Lady

As I went out through Dublin City at the hour of twelve at night,
Who would I see but the Spanish Lady
Washing her feet by candle light
First she washed them then she dried them
O'er a fire of amber coals
In all my life I ne'er did see a maid so sweet about the soul

Chorus
Whack fol de turalura ladie
Whack fol de turalureley
Whack fol de turalura ladie
Whack fol de turalureley

As I came back through Dublin City at the time of half past eight
Who would I see but the Spanish Lady
Brushing her hair so trim and neat
First she teased it then she brushed it
On her lap was a silver comb
In all my life I ne'er did see so fair a maid since I did roam


Chorus
As I went round old Dublin City when the sun began to set
Who would I spy but the Spanish Lady
Catching a moth in a golden net
When she saw me quick she fled me
Lifting her petticoats over her knee
In all my life I ne'er did see a maid so shy as the Spanish Lady

I stopped to look but the watchman passed says he "young fella now the night is late
Along with you now or I will wrestle you
Straight way throught the Bride-well Gate"
I blew a kiss to the Spanish LAdy
Hot as a fire of my angry coals
In all my life I ne'er did see a maid so sweet about the soul

As I went out through Dublin City as the hour of dawn was over
Who shoul I see but the Spanish Lady
I was lonely and footsore
First she coaxed me then she chid me
Then she laughed at my sad plight
In all my life I ne'er did see a maid so sweet as on that night

I've wandered north and I've wandered south through Stoneybatter and Patrick's Close
Up and around by the Gloucester Diamond
Round by Napper Tandy's house
Old age had laid her hand on me
Cold as fire of ashey coals
But were is the lovely Spanish Lady, neat and sweet about the soul.





 
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RE: When Irish Eyes Are Smilin....Happy St. Pats Day

Wed Mar 17, 2004 1:45 am

Happy Paddy´s day!
RJ100, they only party since saturday? When I was still living in Shannon, my colleagues partied for the WHOLE week before St. Patrick´s day. Us foreigners usualy would work and get bonuses.  Smile

Jan
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RE: When Irish Eyes Are Smilin....Happy St. Pats Day

Wed Mar 17, 2004 2:22 am

A mother and her 12 year old son were flying Aer Lingus. The son, who had been looking out the plane's window, turned to his mother and said "Mom ... If big dogs have baby dogs and big cats have baby cats, why don't big planes have baby planes?"

Stumped for an answer the mother suggested to her son that he ask the stewardess. The boy promptly got out of his seat and wandered back to the service area. "Excuse me" the boy said to the stewardess. "If big dogs have baby dogs and big cats have baby cats, why don't big planes have baby planes?"

"Did your mother tell you to ask me that?"
"Yes" He said nodding his head.
She whispered in the boy's ear, "Tell your dear mum it's because Aer Lingus always pulls out on time."
 
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RE: When Irish Eyes Are Smilin....Happy St. Pats Day

Wed Mar 17, 2004 2:34 am

Two drunks coming home from a country pub stumbled up the country road in the dark. "Faith, Mike, we've stumbled into the graveyard and here's the stone of a man lived to the age of 103!" "Glory be, Patrick and was it anybody we knew?" "No, 'twas someone named 'Miles from Dublin'!"
 
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RE: When Irish Eyes Are Smilin....Happy St. Pats Day

Wed Mar 17, 2004 3:01 am

Gotta love this classic....

Dublin (AP) - Ireland's Worst Air Disaster occurred today when a two-seater Cessna plane crashed into a cemetery outside Limerick early this afternoon.

Local search and rescue workers have recovered 300 bodies so far and expect that number to climb as digging continues into the evening.
 
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RE: When Irish Eyes Are Smilin....Happy St. Pats Day

Wed Mar 17, 2004 3:04 am

And this classic.....

Aer Lingus Flight 101 was flying from Heathrow to Dublin one night with Paddy the Pilot and Shamus the co-pilot.
As they approached Dublin airport, they looked out the front window.
”B'jeesus" said Paddy "Will ye look at how fookin short dat runway is".
"You're not fookin kiddin, Paddy", replied Shamus.
"Dis is gonna be one a de trickiest landings you're ever gonna see," said Paddy.
"You're not fookin kiddin, Paddy," replied Shamus.
"Right Shamus. When I give de signal, you put de engines in reverse."
"Right, I'll be doing dat." replied Shamus.
"And den ye put de flaps down straightaway." said Paddy.
"Right, I'll be doing dat." replied Shamus.
"And den ye stamp on dem brakes as hard as ye can." said Paddy.
"Right, I'll be doing dat." replied Shamus.
"And den ye pray to de Mother Mary with all your soul." said Paddy
"I be doing dat already." replied Shamus.
So they approached the runway with Paddy and Shamus full of nerves and sweaty palms.
As soon as the wheels hit the ground, Shamus put the engines in reverse, put the flaps down, stamped on the brakes and prayed to Mother Mary with all of his soul.
Amidst roaring engines, squealing of tyres and lots of smoke, the plane
screeched to a halt centimetres from the end of the runway, much to the relief of Paddy and Shamus and everyone on board.
As they sat in the cockpit regaining their composure, Paddy looked out the front window and said to Shamus "Dat has gotta be de shortest fookin runway I have EVER seen in me whole life."
Shamus looked out the side window and replied "Yeah Paddy, but look how fookin wide it is!"

Happy St Pat's Day!
 
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RE: When Irish Eyes Are Smilin....Happy St. Pats Day

Wed Mar 17, 2004 3:31 am

Russophile, that's disgustin that is, makin fun o' the Irish like that. Tch Tch
Tch!  Smile/happy/getting dizzy  Wink/being sarcastic

Good ones!
 
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RE: When Irish Eyes Are Smilin....Happy St. Pats Day

Wed Mar 17, 2004 3:35 am

A man stumbles up to the only other patron in a bar and asks if he could buy him a drink.
"Why of course," comes the reply.
The first man then asks: "Where are you from?"
"I'm from Ireland," replies the second man.
The first man responds: "You don't say, I'm from Ireland too! Let's have another round to Ireland."
"Of Course," replies the second man.
Curious, the first man then asks: "Where in Ireland are you from?"
"Dublin," comes the reply.
"I can't believe it," says the first man. "I'm from Dublin too! Let's have another drink to Dublin."
"Of course," replies the second man.
Curiosity again strikes and the first man asks: "What school did you go to?"
"Saint Mary's," replies the second man. "I graduated in '65."
"This is unbelievable!," the first man says. "I went to Saint Mary's and I graduated in '65, too!"
About that time in comes one of the regulars and sits down at the bar.
"What's been going on?," he asks the bartender.
"Nothing much," replies the bartender. "The O'Malley twins are drunk again."
 
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RE: When Irish Eyes Are Smilin....Happy St. Pats Day

Wed Mar 17, 2004 3:42 am

All jokes, pub songs and toasts aside, I thought I would explain to all those who are not Irish what the true meaning of Saint Patrick's day is, and its significance to the Irish.

Although it is a day to celebrate being Irish or of Irish descent, March 17 is also a Holy Day that has deep religious meaning to many people. Saint Patrick is after all credited with bringing Christianity to Ireland. He also began our connection with the shamrock as he used its three leafs to explain the Holy Trinity to Irish pagans.

The most well known story associated with Saint Patrick is his banishment of all snakes from the island. This is said to have taken place at the summit of Croagh Patrick, a mountain located six miles from the town of Westport, County Mayo.

More factual is the story that states Saint Patrick prayed and fasted for forty days and forty nights on the slopes of the mountain in 441 AD. Today, Croagh Patrick is the focal point for an annual pilgrimage held on the last Sunday of July. Over 60,000 people make the journey up the rocky path and some insist on walking barefoot! Having reached the top, you can take in the breathtaking views of Clew Bay and the entire western coastline.

Of course, Saint Patrick was not actually Irish! He was originally brought to Ireland as a slave, most likely from France. It is believed that his place of captivity was as a shepherd on the slopes of Slemish Mountain, near the village of Broughshane, County Antrim.

Similar to Croagh Patrick, Slemish Mountain is a place of pilgrimage and prayers are dedicated to the memory of Saint Patrick every March 17. At the top of the mountain, you can view the Antrim and Scottish coasts along with views into almost each of the six counties of Northern Ireland.

Another place associated with the reverence of Saint Patrick is Downpatrick, County Down. This is home to The Saint Patrick Center, a fascinating interpretive exhibition on the life of Ireland’s Patron Saint using the latest multi-media technologies.

Downpatrick is also the final resting-place of Saint Patrick. A huge boulder of Mourne granite covers the actual grave. This was placed here about 100 years ago, to mark the grave and to protect it from pilgrims who were carrying away the earth for use as a relic. This is also said to be the burial place of two other Irish saints—Saint Brigid and Saint Colmcille, giving rise to the saying “In Down three saints one grave do fill, Patrick, Brigid, and Colmcille”.

Of course, aside from all this, we Irish will indeed party hardy, as we always
do!
 
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RE: When Irish Eyes Are Smilin....Happy St. Pats Day

Wed Mar 17, 2004 3:42 am

My grand father was born in County Cork...
He was 14 of age when he arrived at Ellis Island...
Then he ended up in San Francisco.
His first name was Patrick, as well...
xxx
So, tomorrow, for a change, I will have green blood.
And a few Harp Lagers, the tavern at the street corner got some.
I will meet a few O'Conners, and Kellys... but most only speak Spanish.
Happy St. Patrick Day to everyone, from Buenos Aires.
xxx
Happy Shamrock  Big grin
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RE: When Irish Eyes Are Smilin....Happy St. Pats Day

Wed Mar 17, 2004 3:49 am

I think that would be good day for us tomorrow with St. Patricks Day. You should always to need get green. They will make treaty for you.
 
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RE: When Irish Eyes Are Smilin....Happy St. Pats Day

Wed Mar 17, 2004 3:52 am

B747Skipper, You DO have green blood in you! Plenty of it; grandson of a Cork man, you are! Ah, the port of Cork, with its ships departing for New York, the new world. In Ireland, they refer to Cork as "The Port Of A Million Tears", for all the goodbyes and separations of families in the late nineteenth and earlt twentieth centuries, as many departed Ireland's shores for a better life across the Atlantic.

Your recalling your Grandfather reminded me of this wistful poem:

When advancing years slow my steps
And my mind turns increasingly
To the contemplation of past years,
Will I, in exile, fondly remember
The land of my birth? The land of
green, the isle of Eire
I left when fear shrouded
The serenity of family life;
When bullets and bombs
and hunger and pain
Overshadowed the beauty of the mountains
And the music of the streams, and
My search for true freedom found fulfillment
In a new life in a strange land, its gateway
marked by the lady of Liberty.
Will she, will this place, be kind to me?

 
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RE: When Irish Eyes Are Smilin....Happy St. Pats Day

Wed Mar 17, 2004 8:10 pm

Of course St. Patrick's Day is holy -- it's my birthday  Smile So, this evening I'll dress up in green and catch the atmosphere at 'O Reiley's Pub and try and find my way home afterwards.
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RE: When Irish Eyes Are Smilin....Happy St. Pats Day

Wed Mar 17, 2004 9:28 pm

Thank you! And happy St Patricks day to all of you as well.

BTW - Irish people dont get offended by Irish Jokes - we are secure in ourselves!



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RE: When Irish Eyes Are Smilin....Happy St. Pats Day

Wed Mar 17, 2004 10:29 pm

HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY TO ALL........  Big thumbs up

PHYLLIS  Smile/happy/getting dizzy
 
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RE: When Irish Eyes Are Smilin....Happy St. Pats Day

Wed Mar 17, 2004 10:36 pm

Pink Hearts, Orange Stars,
Green Clovers, Blue Diamonds,
Red balloons, and Purple Horseshoes!
Frosted Lucky Charms
They're magically delicious
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RE: When Irish Eyes Are Smilin....Happy St. Pats Day

Wed Mar 17, 2004 10:40 pm

The most pointless holiday ever... since when did Irish people need an excuse to get shitfaced!  Yeah sure
America's chickens are coming home to rooooost!
 
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RE: When Irish Eyes Are Smilin....Happy St. Pats Day

Wed Mar 17, 2004 11:53 pm

"BTW - Irish people dont get offended by Irish Jokes - we are secure in ourselves!"

Aint that the truth. As the saying goes, if you want to hear the best tasteless Irish jokes, just ask an Irishman. My late grandmother, Lillian May
(nee Lavery), God bless her soul, told the naughtiest jokes, and as I recall, she loved to tell her best ones on a Sunday after mass. When one would question her tact, me dear practicing Roman Catholic Gran would really thicken her Irish brogue, and reply, "Oh for God sake, don't be such a bloody tight arse!" She was, as she said, "A saint in church and a sinning rascal in her home". Her idea of saying grace at a meal was "Good bread, good meat, dear God let's eat. Make the roast tender, and the whiskey not too sweet"! LOL.

My Nana was a real character, an Irish nutbar, but I loved her dearly and I miss her very much.

"The most pointless holiday ever... since when did Irish people need an excuse to get shitfaced!"

Why I oughta.............off with his bloody head!  Smile/happy/getting dizzy

And on THAT note, let's have another Guinness...Sean, Liam and Eamonn will have another Whiskey...and Siobahn shall have a wee gin and tonic, Ma will stick to her tea, for she must remain sober as she is preparing the big family meal, and we simply can't afford another ham or lamb at O'Leary's butcher shop, them prices....tch tch tch....and we shall toast one another, and we shall sing..........


Wearin' O' The Green

Oh paddy dear, and did you hear the news that's runnin' 'round?
The shamrock is forbid by law to grow on Irish ground.
St. Patrick's Day no more we'll keep; his color can't be seen,
For there's a cruel law agin' the wearin' o' the green.
I met with Napper Tandy, and he took me by the hand,
And he says, "How's poor auld Ireland, and how does she stand."
She's the most distressful country, that ever you have seen,
They're hangin' men and women there for wearin' o' the green.

Then if the color we must wear is England's cruel red,
Sure Ireland's sons shall ne'er forget the blood that they have shed.
You can take the shamrock from me hat, and cast it in the sod,
But 'twill take root and flourish there, though underfoot 'tis trod.
When the law can stop the blades of grass from growin' as they grow,
And when the leaves, in sumertime, their verdure dare not show,
Then I will change the color I wear in my cabin,
But 'til that day, plaise God, I'll stick to wearin' o' the green.




 
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RE: When Irish Eyes Are Smilin....Happy St. Pats Day

Thu Mar 18, 2004 12:01 am

Russolphile posted this joke, and I laughed my ass off, and had to copy n' paste it again.

Dublin (AP) - Ireland's Worst Air Disaster occurred today when a two-seater Cessna plane crashed into a cemetery outside Limerick early this afternoon.

Local search and rescue workers have recovered 300 bodies so far and expect that number to climb as digging continues into the evening.

LOL!
 
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RE: When Irish Eyes Are Smilin....Happy St. Pats Day

Thu Mar 18, 2004 9:15 am

The night out in Vienna was pretty OK. The only bad part was that I had to leave at 12:45 because I have to work tomorrow...
I still managed to get pretty darn wasted of the 11 pints of Guinness that I had!!!  Laugh out loud


The bad part was that a friend of mine fell (due to a byciclist that ran into him) and dislocated his shoulder at 11 PM...  Pissed
 
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RE: When Irish Eyes Are Smilin....Happy St. Pats Day

Mon Mar 22, 2004 5:26 am

Wait until you have been into a bar in Benidorm called The Shamorck, what a day we had. They go through at least 60 barrels of Guinness alone on St Pats Day and have to put a bar outside of the pub on the terrace cos you can't get to the bar inside. They have a band called The Irish Rovers and are brilliant, playing all Irish tunes and a few modern-day favs. We were in there for about 12 hourd non-stop drinking, what a bloody good day that was!
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