How do you say "I'm gonna hurl" in Irish?
Happyy SAint Patty's dAy!!!!
Man. Theese Irish guys can drink. I meen, I thought alls they new was potatoes and tape. And hoo's this saint Patty anyways? Was she hot? She sounds like she'd be hott. Any hoo, I found the perfect shirt logo for me today:
Just right for fighting crime for good old SaINt Patttty.
These Irishh guys like me so much, they says they wished they have a super dooper guyy like me with them in in the IRS or whatever it is...wait....
Potatoe. po-ta-toe. That's a funny word. Hey guys come eere! Potatoe! hahahahaha
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posted by Liquid Courage at Friday, March 17, 2006
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Yes, I know: one hell of a pinata. Those things are great. You beat the snot out of 'em and get free stuff when they bust open. Except that time I beat up The Living Pinata. All I got was blood and refried beans...
Friday, 17 March, 2006
Yes, I've been lucky. I've lived in houses and RVs for the better part of what I can remember of my life. Well, except for the 2 weeks period of living in a real "shelter" until they booted me out for violating some stupid substance abuse rules. I dunno what substance I abused, but I maintain that I did not abuse anyone except my liver. After that, I was living in a shack outside a big house and then on a park bench....so I ahven't always been so sheltered. But thanks for caring, I guess...
Friday, 17 March, 2006
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