[High Praise! to Yourish.com]
Please disregard that last part, though, as it is in direct violation of IMAO’s strict NO IRISH! policy.
[High Praise! to Yourish.com]
Please disregard that last part, though, as it is in direct violation of IMAO’s strict NO IRISH! policy.
But Paul Ryan is Irish.
Does this include Leprechauns?
Reagan, Bush, Ryan are all Irish surnames.
Conservative prime ministers in Canada tend to be Irish or Scottish such as Harper, Mulrooney, MacDonald. While Liberal prime ministers tend to be French( who’ve guessed)
So you see us Irish descendants have a solid conservativeness.
Don’t tell Harvey, but I’m Irish too…
See? This is what happens.
You let one Irishman in, and suddenly the place is crawling with ’em!
Me tears have drowned me pillow, Harvey lad. No Irish you say? Seem as I must bid ye a fond fare thee well then. Sure then it’s be a pure pleasure to have shared in your fine company boyo. So I’ll leave you with this toast.
May you be in heaven an hour before the devil even knows that you’re dead.
And even when I treat these cursed Irish like dirt, they STILL bless me!
A pox on your cruel Emerald Isle!
No ones ever given me a pox before. Do you cook it like a potato?
No no, Mike. Mercy on ya lad.
You cook a pox like you cook cabbage. Completely different.
Potato cooks with half a pint of stout.
Cabbage and Poxes, a whole pint.
Get it straight man.
I hear ya Harvey. It’s a known fact that those micks cause obesity.
DAAAAAMN YOU MCDONALDS!!!!! DAMN YOUR IRISH NAME!
Would you like us with a pox,
could you like with a box,
would you like us now and then
could you like us where or when
You do not like us Irishmen
You do not like us Harvey (you am).
Literal LOL (and ~) to Seanmahair.
I’d like to thank the Academy for this award, and of course all of the ” little people” who’ve made my climb to the top so meteoric.
With apologies to B. Franklin:
Bacon is proof that there is a God and that he wants us to be happy.
Poor Harvey, awash in Celts! Not to mention an avid, and unrepentant, consumer of OUR finest distillations!
That, and come Monday, he’ll have one as his boss!
Faith, but the Celts will overcome his vestigial NINA prejudices with a warm, welcoming smile and a pint-without a “bishop’s collar”- slid down to his end of the bar.
(Then, when he’s drunk enough, and on the verge of passing out, we’ll load him into the trunk of Paddy’s Buick to be dropped off in front of an AME church in Roxbury.)
Never say that the Celts aren’t warmhearted and won’t show favor.
Potatoes!
Maybe not as good as bacon, but you can eat a lot more of ’em.