Happy Saint Patrick's Day

[BillyMac]

My greatgrandfather, Patrick, was born in Killeevan, County Monaghan, Ireland, and sailed on the SS Furnessia to the United States. He arrived at Ellis Island, New York City, on October 24, 1898, and helped to build the railroads her in the Northeast.

What It Means To Be Irish
You think you are a great singer.
You may not know the words, but that doesn't stop you from singing.
You have no idea how to make a long story short.
You swear very well.
Much of your childhood meals were boiled. Instant potatoes were a mortal sin.
You're strangely poetic after a few beers.
You can't wait for the other guy to stop talking so you can start talking.
You're not nearly as funny as you think you are, but that doesn't stop you from trying.
There wasn't a huge difference between your last wake and your last keg party.
You are, or know someone, named Murph.
You are genetically incapable of keeping a secret.
Childhood remedies for the common cold often included some form of whiskey.
There's no leaving a family party without saying goodbye for at least 45 minutes.
At this very moment, you have at least two relatives who are not speaking to each other (not fighting, mind you, just not speaking to each other).

[26 Year Gap]

It is also my son's 26th birthday.

[fullor30]

Hey, my Grandfather missed the Titanic..........yep, missed it, he was two hours late, God Bless him. From County Cork, He would have been down in steerage with Leonardo DiCaprio.

I have a shot of Jamison every Paddy's day (just one) in his memory.

[fullor30]

Originally Posted by BillyMac

My greatgrandfather, Patrick, was born in Killeevan, County Monaghan, Ireland, and sailed on the SS Furnessia to the United States. He arrived at Ellis Island, New York City, on October 24, 1898, and helped to build the railroads her in the Northeast.

What It Means To Be Irish
You think you are a great singer.
You may not know the words, but that doesn't stop you from singing.
You have no idea how to make a long story short.
You swear very well.
Much of your childhood meals were boiled. Instant potatoes were a mortal sin.
You're strangely poetic after a few beers.
You can't wait for the other guy to stop talking so you can start talking.
You're not nearly as funny as you think you are, but that doesn't stop you from trying.
There wasn't a huge difference between your last wake and your last keg party.
You are, or know someone, named Murph.
You are genetically incapable of keeping a secret.
Childhood remedies for the common cold often included some form of whiskey.
There's no leaving a family party without saying goodbye for at least 45 minutes.
At this very moment, you have at least two relatives who are not speaking to each other (not fighting, mind you, just not speaking to each other).

Gawd, they're all true except #1 for me

[Mark Padgett]

Is an opossum an Irish possum? My friend, Paddy O'Furniture, told me that one.

[grunewar]

Knock, knock!
Who's there?
Warren.
Warren who?
Warren anything green today?

Knock, knock!
Who's there?
Irish.
Irish who?
Irish you a happy St. Patrick's Day!

[26 Year Gap]

Originally Posted by grunewar

Knock, knock!
Who's there?
Warren.
Warren who?
Warren anything green today?

Knock, knock!
Who's there?
Irish.
Irish who?
Irish you a happy St. Patrick's Day!

At least it wasn't followed with the Ulster knock-knock joke.

[fullor30]

I'll be havin' the Irish seven course meal.

A boiled potatato and a six pack.

Originally Posted by fullor30

I'll be havin' the Irish seven course meal.

A boiled potatato and a six pack.

No, that isn't the Irish seven course meal...It's six different draws of Irish imports and a shot of actual Irish whiskey. No wonder I was wobbling out of the bar last night.

[mbyron]

Originally Posted by Ref Ump Welsch

No, that isn't the Irish seven course meal...It's six different draws of Irish imports and a shot of actual Irish whiskey. No wonder I was wobbling out of the bar last night.

An Irishman named Welsch?

[26 Year Gap]

Originally Posted by mbyron

An Irishman named Welsch?

Yeah....there are too many consonants, aren't there?

Me grannie was a Kennedy, so I'm part Irish. Me other part is German, which means Oktoberfest is hell for me!

[JugglingReferee]

Originally Posted by Ref Ump Welsch

Me grannie was a Kennedy, so I'm part Irish. Me other part is German, which means Oktoberfest is hell for me!

Ever been to southern Ontario for Oktoberfest? Outside of Germany...