By: Marshall Manson on March 17, 2006 - 10:40 am
This is a blog about three guys chatting a bar over Guinness. That makes St. Patricks’ Day our favorite day of the year. So crack open your favorite Irish brew. (We strongly approve of Guinness, Smithicks, and Bass.) Let’s consider this a St. Patrick’s day thread. What are you doing to celebrate your Irish roots?
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March 17, 2006 - 10:44 am
Bass is English, Lad. As is Newcastle, but both are appropriate for all occaisions. Cheers!
March 18, 2006 - 8:36 am
In the O’Scansaroli home we made Irish Stew, Potato Farls and Soda Bread for dinner. And dad drank a 6-pack of Guinness.
Fortunately, in the Scansaroli home we don’t ever have any of those things!!!!!! Give me pasta with homemade gravy (sauce for you Irish folk) and red wine any day!
March 22, 2006 - 4:24 pm
Every St Patrick’s Day I work on me brogue jokes, like this one:
Paddy runs into Mikey on the steps of the cathedral, and Paddy says, “So, Mikey, did ye go to confession, then?”
“Well, I started to,” said Mikey, “but Father wouldn’t give me absolution.”
“Wouldn’t absolve ye,” said Paddy. “Whyever not?”
“Well,” said Mikey, “I confessed that I had (*wink*) carnal relations. And Father asked me the name of the woman. And I said, ‘Now, Father, ‘twould be another sin to kiss and tell.’ And Father said, ‘ ‘Twas that floozy Flora Flannigan!’ And I said, ‘No, Father.’
“Then Father said, ‘Hummph! That Molly Eisenberg, the butcher’s wife not of our faith, who leans over the meat case to put her wares on display with the rump roasts and legs o’ mutton!
” ‘No, Father,’ I sez. ‘No, ’twasn’t Molly, neither.’
” ‘Humph! Harrumph!’ he sez. ‘Must have been that flame-haired Mary Madigan, flouncing her skirts all this way and that, and never so much as a nod t’wards the confessional…’
” ‘Now, Father,’ I sez, ‘I won’t be tellin’ ye the name o’ the lady!’ and Father sez, ‘Well, I won’t be givin’ ye absolution then!’ So up I gets and here I am now talkin’ to you, Paddy!” concluded Mike.
“Ooh, Mikey, lad,” said Paddy, shaking his head. “So he never would give ye absolution, then?”
“No,” said Mikey. “But he did give me three new prospects!”