Happy Paddy's Day

“Y'all have fun out there!”

“Check out the Google home page!

http://www.google.com/logos/stpatricks_05.gif”

“Up kinda late Currahee... BTW have you been up Currahee? Is it like in the show Band of Brothers or did they film someplace else?”

“This is early for me. I'm heading to bed now, long day tomorrow/Friday.

I was in the 1/506th.

http://currahee.hispeed.com/”

“Yippi!”

“LMAO”

“With a last name like mine . ..there's no mistaking it.


top o the morning to ya”

“I'm on me way to the pub. Wish me luck. Notice that I'm up waaay early for the night owl I've become. Only 19 more hours!”

“Erin Go Braugh!

I love St Patrick's Day. I wish I could go enjoy myself a nice Guinness and Irish Stew at Paddy's but I'm sure it's a total freakin zoo today. : (”

“Be careful out there and don't end up driving on the wrong side of the road like the Irish do!”

“Erin Go Braughless!”

“Pixie if you ever make it down Nashville way, It's on me!”

“Here's a joke about a drunken Irishman.






Well now, that's redundant.



Have a Happy Day!”

“Three men are sitting at the bar, an Englishman, a Scott and an Irishman. They had just gotten their pints of Guinness when 3 flies came along, one each landing in each of the pints of beer. The Englishman pushed his pint away with his hand in disgust and ordered another. The Scott reached in and removed the fly and kept drinking. Upon seeing this the Irishman reached into his pint, removed the fly and screamed, "Spit it out, you bastard. Spit it out!"

Happy St. Patrick's Day,”

“Good'n!”

“Screw that! If I'm in Nashville, I'm going to Uncle Bud's! LOL!
catfish and hushpuppies. YUM-MY”

“pixie, are you a southern girl at heart”

“If you were in Nashville... I would hope you were just driving through to Alabama :D”

“why would she...nothing in Bama land”

“Nothin in Alabama but steers and queers. Which one are you?”

“Yippeeee! I'm not Irish, but ya gotta love 'em!

I am off to the pub crawl in Knoxville. Weeeeeeeee!!!!”

“I'm waiting for my second wind....

... to begin drinking heavily aGain.”

“An Irishman, Englishman and Scotsman go into a pub and each order a pint of Guinness. Just as the bartender hands them over, three flies buzz down and one lands in each of the pints.
The Englishman looks disgusted, pushes his pint away and demands another pint.

The Scotsman picks out the fly, shrugs, and takes a long swallow.
The Irishman reaches in to the glass, pinches the fly between his fingers and shakes him while yelling, "Spit it out, ya little bastard! Spit it out!"


Irish Cemetery:
Three Irishmen, Paddy, Sean and Seamus, were stumbling home from the pub late one night and found themselves on the road which led past the old graveyard. "Come have a look over here", says Paddy, "It's Michael O'Grady's grave, God bless his soul. He lived to the ripe old age of 87."
"That's nothing" says Sean, "here's one named Patrick O'Toole , it says here that he was 95 when he died . "
Just then, Seamus yells out, "Good God, here's a fella that go to be 145!"
"What was his name?"asks Paddy.
Seamus stumbles around a bit, awkwardly lights a match to see what else is written on the stone marker, and exclaims, "Miles from Dublin"



Irish Miracle:
An Irishman who had a little too much to drink is driving home from the city one night and, of course, his car is weaving violently all over the road. A cop pulls him over. "So" says the cop to the driver, "where have ya
been?"
"Why, I've been to the pub of course," slurs the drunk.
"Well" says the cop, "it looks like you've had quite a few to drink this evening . "
"I did all right" the drunk says with a smile."
"Did you know" says the cop, standing straight and folding his arms across his chest,"that a few intersections back, your wife fell out of your car?"
"Oh, thank heavens"sighs the drunk."For a minute there, I thought I'd gone deaf !"”

“Ummm, the first one is posted several posts up the page Nigal.”

“Sorry I didn't wade the thread.

Bad reposter! Bad bad bad!”

“Just don't agree to a race with MtnMom.”

“Uncle Buds Catfish is waaaay too greasy. I don't suggest it at all. I'll do it myself. Or I'll take you to the ghetto where catfish is king.”

“I survived Paddy's Day by the way. I pulled a 19 hour shift, bartending for 10 hours, making $650.00. Not a bad haul, and I have Friday & Saturday to go. I'm gonna be one whipped biznitch!

There are hopefully photos and a report to follow, right now I'm too pooped.”

“Uncle Buds is way greasy. But as I've mentioned before, people from this area have a high tolerance for grease usually. I dunno what my problem is.”

“top o'the mornin to ya Bit. Are we gonna hit a trail together this summer?”

“Leprechaun sticks up laundry
By Thad Kelling
Montana Standard

BUTTE - Apparently tired of searching for the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow, a leprechaun robbed a Butte laundry of $322 on the eve of St. Patrick's Day.

The robber - wearing a fake black beard, mustache, black plastic derby hat and green kilt, according to police dispatch reports - flashed a gun a clerk at the Front Street Laundromat, 1000 E. Front St., around 11 p.m. Wednesday.

"It is Butte,'' said laundry owner Don Heffington. "Butte gets pretty crazy on St. Patrick's Day, and it was probably someone who needed a little bit more money for stimulants.''


Heffington described the robber as about 30 years old and roughly 5 feet, 9 inches tall.

The elf waited outside the laundry for the last customer to leave after it closed at 10 p.m., Heffington said. Then he entered the store, opened his jacket and displayed a revolver.

"Give me all your money or I'll shoot,'' the leprechaun ordered, according to Heffington.

The clerk handed the man all the money from the register. Then the leprechaun warned, "Don't follow me or I'll shoot,'' according to Heffington.

Police responded shortly afterward, although they were unable to locate the suspect. They checked nearby stores to see if anyone saw the elf, according to dispatch reports.

The only positive aspect of the robbery, Heffington said, is that the leprechaun only stole money from the register. He could have also broken into the machines. That happened a few months ago at the same laundry where a burglar stole around $2,500.

Heffington said his insurance does not pay for lost cash. And even though the thefts have not put him out of business after opening the laundry last year, they are discouraging.

"I really can't afford to finance all the criminals in town - that is for damn sure,'' Heffington said.”

“Hey Currahee! Yah I hope so. FG and I are talking about going back to Bridgestone-Firestone. That was a great place, and the river's right there to cool off in.

Are you going to the Farewell to Yam trip?”

“I had to go into the ctiy for business last night
I saw more drunks last night night then I see all year.
they were to funny, I bet Advils are flying of the shelves this morning.”

“I loooooovvvee Uncle Buds tho. But I'm not opposed to trying catfish elsewhere. I love the stuff. I love Tennessee. I had so much fun there.
I used to spend summers in North Carolina, so I'm an honorary Southerner. LOL!”

“AAAAaaaaaaaa! That thing is scary! It could swallow a small child!”

“People do die trying to catch those things.”

“Think of all the filets one could get out of it tho. mmmmmm. yummy.
There is a lame-o place around the corner that claims to be Cajun. Their catfish and hushpuppies kinda suck. But there isn't much to choose from up here.”

“Nah, the big ones taste like crap. Well, unless you baste the hell out of them. I have seen recipes for preparing catfish that big. But if you don't, the meat tastes like mud.”

“I had heard that from somewhere, that he big catfish were yucky.”