Cead Mile Failte Bollockeers !
Yes, it's that time of year again, when the entire world digs out it's ancestry, and turns the world green for a day !
Not bad going I suppose for a country that is only populated by about 4 million.
Hope you all have a good one - I may let a little of the amber nectar pass my lips - purely medicinal of course, as I wouldn't want to upset the 'little people' at all ! LMAO !
Gotta say a HUGE thanks to 'The Jarrow Marrow' for the 'flasher' M-Peg ! Thanks George, you are a true Geordie Gent ! PMSL !
Not bad going I suppose for a country that is only populated by about 4 million.
Hope you all have a good one - I may let a little of the amber nectar pass my lips - purely medicinal of course, as I wouldn't want to upset the 'little people' at all ! LMAO !
It is a Bank Holiday weekend here, and festivities started last night.
That is one thing the Irish do well - they know how to party, and party hard !
Apparently, the number of 'sick calls' to work almost trebled yesterday !
FFS ! You would think the employers would have given them all the day off anyway, this is IRELAND after all !
That is one thing the Irish do well - they know how to party, and party hard !
Apparently, the number of 'sick calls' to work almost trebled yesterday !
FFS ! You would think the employers would have given them all the day off anyway, this is IRELAND after all !
Have a GREAT Paddy's day everyone !
May the Luck of The Irish reach out to everyone today and always.
May the Luck of The Irish reach out to everyone today and always.
Mary Clancy goes up to Father O’Grady after his Sunday morning service, and she’s in tears.
ReplyDeleteHe says, “So what’s bothering you, Mary my dear?”
She says, “Oh, Father, I’ve got terrible news. Me husband passed away last night.”
The priest says, “Oh, Mary, that’s terrible. Tell me, did he have any last requests?”
She says, “That he did, Father …”
The priest says, “What did he ask, Mary?”
She says, “He said, ‘Please Mary, put down that damn gun.’”
A scuffle started in the local one Friday night. Words were exchanged, then insults and finally blows. Bottles, glasses, people, flew through the air and Casey ended up being hit in the face by a sharp piece of glass which cut off his nose.
'Stick his nose back on and hold it with your hand,' ordered McGinty. 'And we'll get him to the hospital.'
Out into the street they flew to be greeted by sheets of rain pelting down.
Quickly they bundled the injured man along and into the casualty department.
'Will he live?' inquired the boys.
Too late,' said the doctor, 'he's a goner.'
'Was it loss of blood?' asked Finbar.
'No, he drowned. You put his nose on upside down,' sighed the doc.
Murphy had asked Casey for the hand of his daughter in wedlock.
'And can you support a family?' asked Casey.
'I think so,' replied Murphy.
'Well. There's six of us, you know,' said the future father-in-law.
Murphy had studied the facts carefully and had come up with the following conclusions.
The odds against being on a plane which had a bomb on board were 10,000 to 1.
However, the odds against being on a plane which had two bombs on board were 10,000,000 to 1.
'That settles it,' he said. 'From now on, every time I fly I'm taking a bomb with me!'
'Is that the Liverpool Echo?' said Patrick.
'It is.'
'How much would it be to put an ad in your paper?'
'Five pounds an inch,' replied the receptionist.
Too dear!' snapped Patrick.
'Why? What are you selling?'
'A ten-foot ladder,' said the Irishman, and banged the phone down.
Geordie is in Dublin on business and takes a taxi from the airport to his hotel in the city Centre.
As they come out of the airport, the taxi driver shoots through a red light. "Driver, you could have killed us, you jumped that red light!" shouts Geordie.
"Ah te be sure, my brother and me, we do dat all de time," says the cabbie.
A mile down the road and the taxi driver shoots over another red light.
"Driver, that was another red light!" screams Geordie.
"Ah to be sure it’s nothing at all, my brother and me, we do dat all de time."
They get to the next traffic light. It’s green, but the Taxi driver stops!
"Driver, it’s a green light! Why the heck have you stopped?" says Geordie.
"Ah te be sure, "says the taxi driver, "my brother might be coming de other way ........"
Ian as too much time on his hands!!! See above!!!
ReplyDeleteWay too much time Bev !! he any good at decorating ? painting ? landscaping ? xx
ReplyDeleteHappy St Patrick's Day.
ReplyDeleteSt Paddy's day parade in Birmingham was on 11th March (1~week early, WHY)??
It was GREAT, over 1 million people took part or lined the parade, the biggest parade outside Dublin and New York.
Still trying to recover!
Paddy is flying to America with his mate Mick.
ReplyDeletePilot (over loudspeaker): "Sorry but one engine closed down, no problem we can fly on 3~engines, we will just be 30 minutes late arriving in America".
Later, Pilot: "Sorry, more bad news, 2nd engine closed down, no problem we can fly on 2~engines, we will just be 2~hours late arriving".
Later still, Pilot: "Sorry, but MORE bad news, 3rd engine closed down, no problem we can fly on 1~engine, we will just be 4~hours late arriving".
Paddy to Mick, "Let's hope the last engine does not close down or we will be up here all day"!!
I think all the true Paddies must have emigrated to Birmingham, Mike.
ReplyDeleteMind you, thousands came to Tyneside. Me ma's ma was a Dublin lass.
Big match for Sunderland today....I hope the Everton players are all Irish and legless! lol
Top 'o the mornin to yer all.....to be sure,to be sure....
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lmao.....
Oh Nooooooooo.....
PMSL here John. 'Want some Irish in ya?'?!?!?!?!?.............. as old Frank might have said...'that's a cracker'!!! ROFLMBO
ReplyDeleteSheena sent me a photo proving that the Irishmen love their sheep too:
Hey Lil' Duck...my google translator isn't working.
ReplyDeleteDoes 'Cead Mile Failte' mean 'KMA'???????? lol
Just got up, time for the rugby. I just love men with odd shaped balls and gorgeous bums. Lush.
ReplyDeleteIan
wind up by Bev methinks...
ReplyDeleteNo 1,39 years ago today.....especially for Mike...
http://youtu.be/VLsw668PVyY
Noble cause.....!!??
Happy St. Patricks Day to you all.
ReplyDeleteWe will be having a double celebration tonight as Dad is 75 today so plenty of Guiness for me
Took his cake to the pub earlier and the celebrations had already started
Hope you have a good one xxx
Wow! Lynette....CONGRATS TO YOUR DAD.....and is he IRISH too????? Begorrah!
ReplyDeleteJohn, that Slade video brought back memories. Was it really 39 years ago? Oh shit!
So Bev loves men with odd shaped balls???
ReplyDeleteIt takes all sorts I suppose...........here's a very apt post from PAULINE in London:
Excuse me, what made you think it is me that like men with odd shaped balls!
ReplyDeleteSorry Bev, I hadn't realised it was naughty hubby Ian posting, LMAO
ReplyDeleteThis one's for you:
NEWSFLASH!!
ReplyDeletePass on good birthday wishes to your Dad,from all Bollockeers on here,Lynette.xx
ReplyDeleteGeorge,you do talk ......
at times.................ummmmm show us the vid then.!!!!?.........pmsl
No 'luck of the Irish'........trounced by England,but congrats to Wales winning The Grand Slam.....
A flat-chested young lady read an article in a magazine that stated Dr.Bumbutu in Africa could enlarge your breast without surgery. So she
ReplyDeletedecided to go to Dr. Bumbutu to see if he could help her.
Dr. Bumbutu advised her, 'Every day after your shower, rub your chest
and say, 'Scooby doobie doobies, I want bigger boobies!'
She did this faithfully for several months, and to her utter amazement
she grew a terrific D-cup rack!
One morning she was running late, got on the bus, and in a panic
realized she had forgotten her morning ritual. Frightened she might
lose her lovely boobs if she didn't recite the little rhyme, she stood
right there in the middle aisle of the bus closed her eyes
And said, 'Scooby doobie doobies, I want bigger boobies.'
A guy sitting nearby looked at her and asked ' Are you a patient of Dr
Bumbutu's?'
Yes I am. How did you know?'
He winked and whispered, ' Hickory dickory dock...
xxxxx
One fine sunny morning, the irish priest took a walk in the local forest. He had been walking by the small stream when he noticed a sad, sad looking frog sitting on a toadstool.
ReplyDelete"What's wrong with you?" said the irish priest.
"Well," said the frog, "the reason I am so sad on this fine day is because I wasn't always a frog."
"Really!" said the irish priest. "Can you explain!"
"Once upon a time I was an 11 year old Choir boy at the local church. I too was walking through this forest when I was confronted by the wicked witch of the forest. 'Let me pass!' I yelled, but to no avail. She called me a cheeky little boy and with a flash of her wand, turned me into this frog you see before you."
"That's an incredible story" said the irish priest. "Is there no way of reversing this spell that the witch has cast upon you?."
"Yes" said the frog, "It is said, that if a nice kind person would pick me up, take me home, give me food & Warmth and with a good nights sleep would wake up a boy once again."
"Today's your lucky day!" said the irish priest, and picked up the frog and took him home. The irish priest gave the frog lots of food, placed him by the fire and at bedtime put the frog on the pillow beside him. When the irish priest awoke, he saw the 11-year-old Choirboy beside him in bed,
"And that my lord is the case for the Defence....... "
Cead Mile Failte translates to 'A Hundred Blessings' George..... Pogue Ma'hone is 'Kiss my Ass' .... ! xx
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