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:O:O:O:O OMGOMGOMG....*hyperventilates*.....I SWEAR I DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT THE EARRINGS!!!1!1!! IT WAS NOT PLANNED, TOTALLY _ NOT _ PLANNED....but anyhow, still one up on you....:P
We'll get back to that other thing later......*mutters suspiciously*
....There, was that completely and totally vague enough? Shall I try harder? Really? Oh, I'm sure that I can; there's no doubt of that whatsoever....hell, we can even throw in ketchup and bunnies and....Doritos? Hmmm.....better think about that one..../:)
And for anyone wondering what I did to celebrate St. Patrick's Day....I'm not bloody Irish, I'm bloody Scottish!!! And a few other things too!!! (Sexy mutts rule, baby...B-)...)
But anyhow, the old music's good stuff -- not the rowdy bar stuff but the Thomas Moore and aulder such, as in turn of the 19th century and back...and I wasn't averse to singing through some of them with my mother at the piano when she was over today. Anything that actually sounds good on a harp or bagpipes or a solitary flute, I can certainly appreciate, as it gives a sense of the land itself. Not to mention that they have the right idea when it comes to fighting for liberty and preferring death or prison to rising to fame at the cost of one's honour and over the backs of one's compatriots. Call me whatever you like, but I've no liking for John Wayne as the pugilistic patron playactor of the day, nor do I care much about all the O'Somethings and Mac-whosits and how many of them you can crowd into a rollicking verse before you fall down puking green beer on the floor......yeah, and this is coming from someone who lives within the suburban radius of Chicago, where the Mayor is Daley and the river is dyed green. To quote George Carlin, whoop-de-shit. That way's not the Irish celebrating Ireland nor Ireland's religion (anywhich way :-|), it's an Irish-American holiday that's gotten foisted onto the collective American holiday calendar to sell beer and novelties with -- perhaps as well out of some karmic bounceback for having treated Irish emigrants as shite when they landed in America -- and now culminating in the massive conceit that one ought to wear green (or be pinched) and pretend to be Irish for a day, 'cause everyone's Irish on Saint Paddy's day, don't you know.......
Erm, yeah right. Green-pissin' malarkey that is..........
We'll get back to that other thing later......*mutters suspiciously*
....There, was that completely and totally vague enough? Shall I try harder? Really? Oh, I'm sure that I can; there's no doubt of that whatsoever....hell, we can even throw in ketchup and bunnies and....Doritos? Hmmm.....better think about that one..../:)
And for anyone wondering what I did to celebrate St. Patrick's Day....I'm not bloody Irish, I'm bloody Scottish!!! And a few other things too!!! (Sexy mutts rule, baby...B-)...)
But anyhow, the old music's good stuff -- not the rowdy bar stuff but the Thomas Moore and aulder such, as in turn of the 19th century and back...and I wasn't averse to singing through some of them with my mother at the piano when she was over today. Anything that actually sounds good on a harp or bagpipes or a solitary flute, I can certainly appreciate, as it gives a sense of the land itself. Not to mention that they have the right idea when it comes to fighting for liberty and preferring death or prison to rising to fame at the cost of one's honour and over the backs of one's compatriots. Call me whatever you like, but I've no liking for John Wayne as the pugilistic patron playactor of the day, nor do I care much about all the O'Somethings and Mac-whosits and how many of them you can crowd into a rollicking verse before you fall down puking green beer on the floor......yeah, and this is coming from someone who lives within the suburban radius of Chicago, where the Mayor is Daley and the river is dyed green. To quote George Carlin, whoop-de-shit. That way's not the Irish celebrating Ireland nor Ireland's religion (anywhich way :-|), it's an Irish-American holiday that's gotten foisted onto the collective American holiday calendar to sell beer and novelties with -- perhaps as well out of some karmic bounceback for having treated Irish emigrants as shite when they landed in America -- and now culminating in the massive conceit that one ought to wear green (or be pinched) and pretend to be Irish for a day, 'cause everyone's Irish on Saint Paddy's day, don't you know.......
Erm, yeah right. Green-pissin' malarkey that is..........
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