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HAPPY ST. PATRICKS DAY!

Started by skip68, March 17, 2011, 07:27:22 PM

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skip68

  :cheers:  well since no one else started it I will! Happy st. patricks day to all!  :cheers: mrs.skip68
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ChgrSteve67

I was offered a corn beef taco at lunch today.


Hell any excuse to drink beer even if its green is a good excuse.


skip68

Bet it was yummy!   :cheers: mrs.skip68
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The70RT

I ate corned beef & cabbage twice today...enough till next year.
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Richard Cranium

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471_Magnum

Also my boy Jack's 1st Birthday
"I can fix it... my old man is a television repairman... he's got the ultimate set of tools... I can fix it."

Richard Cranium

Cute kid, enjoy them while they're young.  :2thumbs:
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irish_in_ny

Happy late Paddy's Day to yous all. Hope it was a good one  :cheers:

Old Moparz

Paddy staggered home very late after being at the St. Patrick's Day Parade with his drinking buddies. He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife, Kathleen. He tiptoed as quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to their upstairs bedroom, but misjudged the bottom step. As he caught himself by grabbing the banister, his body swung around and he landed heavily on his rump. A whiskey bottle in each of his back pockets broke and made the landing especially painful.
 
Managing not to yell, Paddy sprang up, pulled down his pants, and looked in the hall mirror to see that his butt cheeks were cut and bleeding. He managed to quietly find a full box of Band-Aids and began putting a Band-Aid as best he could on each place he saw blood. He then hid the now almost empty Band-Aid box and shuffled and stumbled his way to bed.

In the morning, Paddy woke up with searing pain in both his head and butt and Kathleen staring at him from across the room. She said, "You were drunk again last night weren't you?"

Paddy cried, "Why would ye say such a mean thing?"
 
"Well," Kathleen said, "it could be the open front door, it could be the broken glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the drops of blood trailing through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes, but mostly ..... It�s all those Band-Aids stuck on the hall mirror.   :cheers:
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skip68

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