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DinahMoeHum Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Mar-17-06 03:40 PM
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The Irish Pig - A poem for St Paddy(whack) Day
THE IRISH PIG

'Twas an evening in November, as I very well remember,
I was walking down the street in drunken pride.
But my knees went all a-flutter, so I rested in a gutter,
And a pig came 'round and laid down by my side.

Yes I laid there in the gutter thinking thoughts I could not utter
when a colleen passing by did softly say:
"You can tell a man that boozes by the company he chooses"
And then the pig got up and walked away!



:beer:

Up The Irish and Down The Hatch!

:toast:
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Reciprocity Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Mar-17-06 03:49 PM
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1. Good one! / Irish blessings and toasts.
An Irishman is never drunk as long as he can hold onto one blade of grass to keep him from falling off the earth.

May you work like you don't need the money,
Love like you've never been hurt, and
Dance like no one is watching.

Here's to you and here's to me
I pray that friends we'll always be,
But if by chance we disagree,
The heck with you and here's to me!

May you be buried in a casket made from the wood of a 100 year old oak
That I shall plant tomorrow.

May those who love us love us.
And those that don't love us,
May God turn their hearts.
And if He doesn't turn their hearts,
May he turn their ankles,
So we'll know them by their limping.

May the road rise to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face.
May the rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of His hand.

When we drink, we get drunk.
When we get drunk, we fall asleep.
When we fall asleep, we commit no sin.
When we commit no sin, we go to heaven.
So, let's all get drunk, and go to heaven!

Mothers and fathers hold their children's hands for just a little while...
And their hearts forever.

Do not resent growing old.
Many are denied the privilege.

May you have warm words on a cold evening,
A full moon on a dark night,
And the road downhill all the way to your door.

May you live forever
And may the last words you hear be mine!

Here's to you and yours
And to mine and ours.
And if mine and ours
Ever come across to you and yours,
I hope you and yours will do
As much for mine and ours
As mine and ours have done
For you and yours!
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