God Bless All Here!

[TheSportsPredictor]

I celebrated.

 

[Tommy_Dreamer]

I did as well. $2.50 Killian pints. $3.00 black and tans. Good bar, thy name is ... well if you're ever in my neck of the wood you might learn its name :D

 

[goalmouth]

Ay, ya big-hearted, two-fisted, toorah loorah Father Fenian! Yer Muther always wanted ye t' be a priest, but y'said y'd rather sleep in Sundays. Begorrah!

 

[zeke12]

I've got the hangover to prove I'm Irish...

 

[Tommy_Dreamer]

I've got the hangover to prove I'm Irish...

I hear ya on that.

 

[writing irish]

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...**** 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.

 

[zeke12]

**** 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.

 

[writing irish]

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.

 

[zeke12]

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.

 

[writing irish]

No Guinness on tap, the constant smell cattle **** 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.

 

[Tommy_Dreamer]

Outing alert. Writing Irish is:

 

[writing irish]

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. ;)

 

[writing irish]

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 **** out of the town I just left. That ****ass hellhole can only dream of being as pleasant as Mayberry.

 

[Fenian_Bastard]

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

 

[writing irish]

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 ****e that e'er I sniffed
I did not sniff it willingly

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

 

[JR]

No Guinness on tap, the constant smell cattle **** 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.

Christ, you must live near Double J. :)

 

[writing irish]

Sadly, that description could apply to many places throughout the Great Plains.