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03-16-2005, 21:19
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Slainte!
When we drink, we get drunk.
When we get drunk, we fall asleep.
When we fall asleep, we commit no sin.
When we commit no sin, we go to heaven.
So, let's all get drunk, and go to heaven!
A bit early...but a Happy St. Patty's day to one and all!
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03-16-2005, 21:26
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Consigliere
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The damn parade is going to slow my trip to work tomorrow. Bah humbug.
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03-16-2005, 21:27
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Scrooge. 
Oh wait...wrong holiday. Ughhhh.
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03-16-2005, 21:59
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I feel an Irish Car Bomb or two sneaking up on me.
TR
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03-16-2005, 22:53
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Some Guiness was spilt on the barroom floor
When the pub was shut for the night
Out of his hole crept a wee brown mouse
And stood in the pale moonlight
He lapped up the frothy brew from the floor
Then back on his haunches he sat
And all the night you could hear him roar
"Bring on the goddamn cat!"
Tomorrow the rest of the country gets to pretend they are Irish for the day, unluck us lucky folks who are all year round! 
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03-16-2005, 23:30
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An Old Irish Curse
May those that love us love us;
and those that don't love us,
may, God turn their hearts; if he
can't turn their hearts, may he
turn their ankles, so we'll
know them by their limping.
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03-19-2005, 10:20
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Originally Posted by The Reaper
I feel an Irish Car Bomb or two sneaking up on me.
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I linked up with a young Ranger about a year ago at some weird punk rock bar that he selected. I was feeling very out of place, sitting in the corner drinking my Guinness, while my 'buddy' played a game of pool with an alien-looking chick with maroon hair and a numerous body piercings.
After awhile, the bartender walked over to me, made a comment about my Ranger t-shirt, and asked me if I wanted an Irish Car Bomb. Being an old fart who doesn't get out much, I naturally assumed that this punk wanted me to go out to his car with him and smoke a bong of dope. 
I got in the kid's face and was giving him a verbal thrashing about my dislike of illicit drugs and freaks like him. When I finished, the cowering rocker said, "Geez, dude, I just wanted to buy you a drink in appreciation of your service." 
Yes, I felt like a dork. The kid brought me my first Irish Car Bomb (on the house) and it now ranks high among my favorites.
RLTW
EP
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03-19-2005, 11:52
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Hmmm! Hey EarthPig, what is in that Irish car bomb? I might want to try one sometime. 
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