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Discussion in 'General Discussion' started by cynismus, Mar 16, 2011.
Jesus, but that picture creeps me the fuck out. How old is that girl?
Some kind person at work brought chocolate Guinness cupcakes with Bailey's icing in to the office. Hot damn.
My father's side is Irish, so I'm named for a landmark near our family's ancestral home.
Behold, my stone of destiny:
So your name is Richard O'Toole?
Not sure if she's Irish, but she's got the right name, the right hair, and the right pension for vigorous destruction:
Just put the corned beef on.
Hash and eggs for breakfast. Yummy. Saving the Whiskey til I pick my kids up from school, don't want to be a statistic...
Baked 2 Irish soda breads last night. That and some green curry chicken for lunch will be the extent of my celebrating (including the exodus of said green curry chicken).
I want my kids to be awesome and be able to hold their liquor. How else would they learn?
In case anyone is interested, The Spectrum channel on Sirius-XM satellite radio is playing Irish music all day today. Channel 18 on Sirius, and I think it's 50-something on XM.
Boy, if I had a nickel for everytime I used that line . . .
Irish I were in the land of leprechauns,
Old times there are not forgottenchauns,
Look away, look away, look away, Ireland.
Whiskey lunch? Yes please!
2 hours to corned beef.
The recipe for winners. I'm going to have a few of them tonight and try not to hate myself in the morning.
What a stupid way to ruin two great drinks, and also Baileys.
Except that Irish Car Bombs are fucking delicious, so you shut your dirty whore mouth.
They're so delicious, that when you have 5 of them in 45 minutes, you'll run outside and throw them up all over the side of the building you were in. Not that I would know anything about that. But if I were to have a defense for it, it would be because it was my first legally drunken St. Patrick's Day.
So yeah, this might be the first St. Patrick's day I'll ever get to celebrate. Except I'm in fucking Belgium. Teach me to be Irish, if only for one day, oh TiB.
I'm serious. Point me in the right direction, and entertaining tales will follow, I hope.
Who...who the fuck doesn't like Irish car bombs? It's like everything you've ever said about anything has just been invalidated.
I don't like the taste of Jameson's, Baily's OR Guinness. But then again, I'm an asshole.
All I have is tequila. Making do. Possibly going to the bar after class. Still have to decide. Craving guinness very badly right now.