HAPPY ST. P. DAY

Drustwyn · Post by **Drustwyn** » March 17, 2004, 1:09 pm

WEee! I'm wearing my green thongs!

Akaran_D · Post by **Akaran_D** » March 17, 2004, 1:11 pm

Pics! We demand pics!

Madren · Post by **Madren** » March 17, 2004, 1:27 pm

happy st.pat's to all

...gotta getta Guinness..

Shashonna · Post by **Shashonna** » March 17, 2004, 1:42 pm

*looks around*

*starts pinching all that aren't wearing green*

Voronwë · Post by **Voronwë** » March 17, 2004, 2:02 pm

have to take my daughter by the pub on the way home from day care.

rub some guiness on her gums =D

Sirensa · Post by **Sirensa** » March 17, 2004, 2:03 pm

HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!!!!!

Jassun · Post by **Jassun** » March 17, 2004, 3:18 pm

<a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/4541606/">Scientific proof! Guinness bubbles sink!</a>

Happy St. Patty's Day!!

Post by **Xouqoa** » March 17, 2004, 4:56 pm

And now an Irish interlude...

I'll tell you a story, believe me, it's true.
A tale you best hope never happens to you.
Old Spicy McHaggis, how he met his fate.
You I can save, but for him it's too late.

Spicy was big, burly and strong. His pipes were gigantic,
and so was his schlong!
From city to city, running around,
always looking for chicks over four hundred pounds

One night at the pub, a girl caught his eye,
big as a house, just the right size.
the broad was enormous, stacked to the hilt,
Spicy soon noticed a bulge in his kilt.
The piper delivered his best pick-up line,
thought to himself, "this beast is all mine"
The portly young lady could stand for no more,
grabbed his cojones and went for the door.

They got to her house and dimmed all the lights.
Spicy was in for one hell of a night.
He said that he loved her, he'd always be true.
"But Mr. McHaggis, I've only just met you"

By now he saw double through his drunken eyes,
neither had looks or appropriate size.
He came to his senses, thought to himself;
"At this time at night, I won't find nothing else"
He took off his shirt, She lifted her skirt,
They pulled out his unit and started to play,
she asked for a glove, he gave her a shove,
had baby McHaggis nine months to-the-day.

Spicy, Spicy, Spicy, Spicy, Spicy, Spicy, Spicy, Spicy

One night at the pub, a girl caught his eye,
big as a house, just the right size.
the broad was enormous, stacked to the hilt,
Spicy soon noticed a bulge in his kilt.
The piper delivered his best pick-up line,
thought to himself, "this beast is all mine"
The portly young lady could stand for no more,
grabbed his cojones and went for the door.

Three packs a day he'll smoke 'til he dies,
Spicy McHaggis, One hell of a guy!

Tenuvil · Post by **Tenuvil** » March 17, 2004, 5:06 pm

Whiskey In The Jar

As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell; his money he was countin'
I first produced my pistol; I then produced my rapier
I said "stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya"

I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money, yeah, and I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she loved me, no, never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman, yeah, for you know she tricked me easy

Mustya ring dum-a-do-rum-a-da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o

Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber
Takin' money with me, but I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven, yeah, in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired my pistols, and I shot him with both barrels, yeah

Mustya ring dum-a-do-rum-a-da, yeah-yeah
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o

Now some men like the fishin' and some men like the fowlin'
And some men like to hear, to hear the cannonball a-roarin'
Me I like sleepin', 'specially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain, yeah

Mustya ring dum-a-do-rum-a-da, yeah-yeah
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o, yeah

Whiskey in the jar-o, yeah

Mustya ring dum-a-do-rum-a-da
Mustya ring dum-a-do-rum-a-da, hey
Mustya ring dum-a-do-rum-a-da
Mustya ring dum-a-do-rum-a-da, yeah

Voronwë · Post by **Voronwë** » March 17, 2004, 5:29 pm

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

- WB Yeats

=D

masteen · Post by **masteen** » March 17, 2004, 7:11 pm

The two biggest Irish lies:

The check is in your mouth

I promise I won't come in your mail

Trusht me, these are both vary hilaruios after 2-3 pints.

Drolgin Steingrinder · Post by **Drolgin Steingrinder** » March 17, 2004, 9:37 pm

About a maid I'll sing a song,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
About a maid I'll sing a song
Who didn't have her family long.
Not only did she do them wrong,
She did ev'ryone of them in, them in,
She did ev'ryone of them in.

One morning in a fit of pique,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
One morning in a fit of pique,
She drowned her father in the creek.
The water tasted bad for a week,
And we had to make do with gin, with gin,
We had to make do with gin.

Her mother she could never stand,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
Her mother she cold never stand,
And so a cyanide soup she planned.
The mother died with a spoon in her hand,
And her face in a hideous grin, a grin,
Her face in a hideous grin.

She set her sister's hair on fire,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
She set her sister's hair on fire,
And as the smoke and flame rose high'r,
Danced around the funeral pyre,
Playin' a violin, -olin,
Playin' a violin.

She weighted her brother down with stones,
Rickety-tickety-tin,
She weighted her brother down with stones,
And sent him off to Davy Jones.
All they ever found were some bones,
And occasional pieces of skin, of skin,
Occasional pieces of skin.

One day when she had nothing to do,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
One day when she had nothing to do,
She cut her baby brother in two,
And served him up as an Irish stew,
And invited the neighbors in, -bors in,
Invited the neighbors in.

And when at last the police came by,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
And when at last the police came by,
Her little pranks she did not deny,
To do so she would have had to lie,
And lying, she knew, was a sin, a sin,
Lying, she knew, was a sin.

My tragic tale, I won't prolong,
Rickety-tickety-tin,
My tragic tale I won't prolong,
And if you do not enjoy the song,
You've yourselves to blame if it's too long,
You should never have let me begin, begin,
You should never have let me begin.

Alfan · Post by **Alfan** » March 17, 2004, 10:34 pm

Go scriosa an diabhal do bhall fearga!

or

May the devil destroy your manly part!

http://hermes.lincolnu.edu/%7Efocal/scr ... llacht.htm

Post by **Xouqoa** » March 18, 2004, 3:38 am

English: May the Sea Cat blow up your investment portfolio.

Irish: Go bpléasca an Cat Mara do chuid infheistíochtaí.

Irish is a language? Do they mean Gaelic?