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Lighten up, yourself. You're the one getting uptight because I don't really care about a holiday. You're now pissing on MY wheaties. I happen to ENJOY not liking St. Patrick's day, and if you can't accept that you are a hypocrite. STFU about it, will ya?

 

And it's spelled Francis, BTW.

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Personal attacks - all right! :)

 

Are you gonna insult his mother, too? :doh:

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Folks protected by electrons tend to be the bravest of the brave and the toughest of the tough. There is no limit to their venom and indignation. Didn't you know that? :w00t:  :D

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I am neither brave nor tough. Nor did I insult anyone purposefully. So there. :doh::D

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I just had a St. Patty's day Doughnut from Krispy Kreme...

Chocolate dipped with green and white sprinkles...

 

A lame attempt to make us happy here....

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Oh yeah baby just had another one lol, I made my co-worker who just came in give me his doughnut :w00t::doh::D

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So then, you might disagree with todd?

 

Congrats on your anniversary.  Have a great day!

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(extreme sarcasm to follow :w00t: )

 

 

Na, to each their own. Todd's jealous he’s not Irish. He may need counseling for his feelings. He truly would like to celebrate, but its kind of a repressed anger kind of thingy. Or maybe it’s a Polish Italian thingy, not sure.

 

 

Oh, and thanks for the congrats. :doh:

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Somebody had to post this...right? :w00t:

 

 

"O Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling

From glen to glen and down the mountainside

The summer's gone and all the roses falling

'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.

 

But come ye back when summer's in the meadow

Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow

'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow

O Danny boy, O Danny boy, I love you so.

 

But if ye come and all the flowers are dying

If I am dead, as dead I well may be,

You'll come and find the place where I am lying

And kneel and say an Ave there for me.

 

And I shall hear, though soft, your tread above me

And all my grave shall warmer, sweeter be

For you will bend and tell me that you love me

And I will sleep in peace until you come to me. "

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Somebody had to post this...right? :w00t:

"O Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling

From glen to glen and down the mountainside

The summer's gone and all the roses falling

'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.

 

But come ye back when summer's in the meadow

Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow

'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow

O Danny boy, O Danny boy, I love you so.

 

But if ye come and all the flowers are dying

If I am dead, as dead I well may be,

You'll come and find the place where I am lying

And kneel and say an Ave there for me.

 

And I shall hear, though soft, your tread above me

And all my grave shall warmer, sweeter be

For you will bend and tell me that you love me

And I will sleep in peace until you come to me. "

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Thank God I didnt read that, though I know it by heart.

 

 

 

I'm sure you know what I mean Stuck :doh:

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And just for good measure:

 

I was born on a Dublin street where the Royal drums do beat

And the loving English feet they tramped all over us,

And each and every night when me father'd come home tight

He'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus:

 

Oh, come out you black and tans,

Come out and fight me like a man

Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders

Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away,

From the green and lovely lanes in Killashandra.

 

Come let me hear you tell

How you slammed the great Pernell,

When you fought them well and truly persecuted,

Where are the smears and jeers

That you bravely let us hear

When our heroes of sixteen were executed.

 

Come tell us how you slew

Those brave Arabs two by two

Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows,

How you bravely slew each one

With your sixteen pounder gun

And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow.

 

The day is coming fast

And the time is here at last,

When each yeoman will be cast aside before us,

And if there be a need

Sure my kids wil sing, "Godspeed!"

With a verse or two of Steven Beehan's chorus.

 

Oh, come out you black and tans,

Come out and fight me like a man

Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders

Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away,

From the green and lovely lanes in Killashandra.

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And us pesky Welsh...

 

"Men of Harlech, stop your dreaming,

Can't you see their spearpoints gleaming

See their warrior pennants streaming

To this battle field.

 

Men of Harlech stand ye steady

It can not be ever said ye

For the battle were not ready

Welshmen never yield.

 

From the hills rebounding,

Let this war cry sounding

Summon all at Cambria's call

The mighty foe surrounding.

 

Men of Harlech, on to glory

This will ever be your story

Keep these burning words before ye

Welshmen will not yield ."

 

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Nah. I have nothing against the Irish. Why would I? Hell, if there was a Polish/Italian day named after some saint I probably wouldn't celebrate that, either.

 

I'm Polish & Italian, BTW. Imagine that - being Polish & Italian and born in Buffalo. How odd!

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Polack-Guinea!!!! :doh:

 

 

St. Joseph's Day......sloppy seconds of St. Patricks for the racketeering crowd.

 

 

The Dyngus Day Dynamo!!!!! Call up Chawalskiwicz and his pals and see if we can't finally get this house turned so that dang light bulb get turned in!!!!!

 

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