God Bless All Here!

I hear ya on that.

 

Had a damn fine evening. Began the festivities with a damn fine roast beef garnished with a choice of mint jelly, carrot marmalade or fresh horseradish...fuck corned beef! Roasted potatoes, of course. Aged Canadian cheddar on black pepper water crackers. Plenty of stout. Then watched a kick ass minor league hockey game. Home team won in a shootout. More stout. Only thing that would have made the evening perfect would have been a little squeeze box action to conclude mattters, but alas, I'm between girlfriends these days. I left my little K-Stater back in BFE. I went to the hockey game with one of my exes, who happens to live in this city to which I've just moved....

In all, a fine St. Patrick's.

 

Fuck corned beef? That's how you want to play it?

At my house, we had corned beef, cabbage, and german potato salad with green onions, which I reserve the right to call Irish potato salad. Because it tastes good and goes great with corned beef, that's why.

Then, beer.

 

Oh, I actually like corned beef all right. Mmmm...salty.

I'm just glad I now live in a town where Guinness on tap exists. Wasn't the case back in BFE.

 

If you lived in a town where you couldn't get Guinness on tap, you surely made the right decision by moving.

For many, many reasons.

 

No Guinness on tap, the constant smell cattle shit and urine, freaky people with bizarre religious beliefs and minimal social skills. I'll miss my little fraulein, but I'll shed no tears for having left that wretched burg.

 

Outing alert. Writing Irish is:

 

Dang it, I can't see the picture because I'm at home, where I have to use mrsneakie.com to access SportsJournalists.com and I don't get any pictures. SportsJournalists.com is a lot less fun with no images. Oh well, I'll be able to check tomorrow from work to see if my identity has indeed been revealed.

 

Hooray, I found a better proxy server. blockednomore.com works better than mrsneakie.com.

As for the picture, I can say that Mayberry would beat the fuck out of the town I just left. That shitass hellhole can only dream of being as pleasant as Mayberry.

 

Did they at least sing "The Parting Glass" to you as you left?

 

In Feedlotville, there's a derivative song called "The Farting Ass":

Oh, all the cow dung that e'er I smelt
I did not smell it happily
And all the bull shite that e'er I sniffed
I did not sniff it willingly

And all the pricks
With small-dick trucks
And proud Bush stickers on the back
I raise to you the farting ass
Goodnight, and shit-smell be with ye...

 

Christ, you must live near Double J.