Q: How does every Irish joke start?
A: By looking over your shoulder.
A Texan walks into a pub in Ireland and clears his voice to the crowd of drinkers. He says, “I hear you Irish are a bunch of hard drinkers. I’ll give $500 American dollars to anybody in here who can drink 10 pints of Guinness back-to-back.”
The room is quiet and no one takes up the Texan’s offer. One man even leaves. Thirty minutes later the same gentleman who left shows back up and taps the Texan on the shoulder. “Is your bet still good,?” asks the Irishman.
The Texan says yes and asks the bartender to line up 10 pints of Guinness. Immediately the Irishman tears into all 10 of the pint glasses drinking them all back-to-back. The other pub patrons cheer as the Texan sits in amazement.
The Texan gives the Irishman the $500 and says, “If ya don’t mind me askin’, where did you go for that 30 minutes you were gone?”
The Irishman replies, “Oh…I had to go to the pub down the street to see if I could do it first”.
10 thoughts on “Happy St. Patrick’s Day!”
I am raising a glass to the fearlessness that comes from this Trench, this oasis in a sea of lies, to H and L for the platform and for setting the bar at integrity, and to all who here do not self-censor, whose words fly in the face of deception and bring it to its knees. I raise my glass to my own ability to learn from all of you, and though I’ve far to go, I can’t believe how far I’ve come. I raise my glass:
Top of the evening to ya! And glad I wore green today (I am part Irish, thank God for that!)
Happy Saint Pat’s, Galen.
I can’t remember what any day of celebration felt like before it became apparent that we were under control and at risk of losing everything we value. I guess if I went back to childhood, there may be some distant memory of pure joy. All things now are with the backdrop on impending doom and considerable doses of resentment. I cannot wait ’till this contamination is cleansed.
yes, we were much happier people before the tyranny descended upon us.
I remember cutting school and heading to Central Park for the St. Pat’s parade. We’d fill an entire subway car and turn it into a rolling party, and when we got to the park, there were thousands of kids from schools across the city. The park became a madhouse of drunken kids going crazy and having a good time. That was back in 1977 – 79 era.
By the early eighties the park was occupied by a million pigs on St. Pat’s, and no one was allowed to have any fun anymore. That’s about when the crack-down on fun and freedom began all over the country, I think.
Yes, we definitely do need to get back to enjoying our lives, and for people who enjoy genuine fun that doesn’t involve staring into a computerized gadget’s screen, that means getting the tyranny out of the way.
Any entertainment that’s on a screen is just part of living in the fictitious reality. It’s for the brainwashed, or soon to be brainwashed, but free-thinking people need to have fun in the real world.
HAPPY ST. PATTYS’ DAY WIL’ THANG…………
Ahh, the sun just came out.
Happy St Patrick’s Day, everyone!! 🙂 Drive some snakes out in honor and Trenchers know what a REAL snake is. Better yet, just chop the heads off the ones that rear their ugly heads.
A worthy directive. Courage required.