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Detroit, 12:42 PM
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03/17/09
They better be right about everybody being Irish on St. Patty's day, seeing as I'm Asian and he's Jewish.
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Oh, now THERE'S a ringing endorsement!
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Red headed sluts are less whiny.
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The question is what difference does it make to you?
Different people have different ideas of what is humorous. It just so happens that many Irish people don't find the name of the drink humorous as a result of it making light of an aspect of their culture and their country that they are not especially proud of.
The same goes for Germans, few of whom find Nazi jokes particularly amusing.
Sometimes, people are little funny that way.
Get the fuck over it.
You don't have to agree with their viewpoint, but you do need to respect it.
Personally, I don't take a whole lot of offense to the name of the drink. What I do find annoying, though, are people who criticize others that do take offense to it.
Additionally, I have no doubt that one such as you would have significant experience with sluts.
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Bailey's Irish Creme over vanilla or chocolate ice cream.
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If you're serious about that Potcheen, you may be pretty green come tomorrow morning...
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See, guys? I toldja we were out here.
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I would heart click you twice for that, but the hamsters won't let me.
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Girlfriend, you're my new bestest drinking gal-pal...!
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Sheer artistry... Bravo and well done...!
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To start with, the very name of the drink is offensive to many Irish people, as it is a reference to the IRA terrorists. Secondly, the inclusion of only Irish alcohols notwithstanding, I am not sure that it is a purely Irish invention per se.
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It's the fancy version of Easy Cheese:
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A "Black and Tan" is likewise a bad idea.
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A "Black and Tan" is actually a British drink that came about in the late 1800s, and was not actually associated with the Ireland until the early 1920s.
And, despite it having been a few hundred years, there are those among the Irish population that have not forgiven the British for Oliver Cromwell.
Additionally, the term "black and tan" was originally a term applied to certain dogs (I forget which), and is also a reference to the paramilitary reserve during the Irish War of Independence.
03/17/09
It is actually a Holy Day. He is a saint after all and in Ireland we do not drink green beer, we do not get drunk, and we don't puke all over the place like a bunch of amateurs. We go to church, spend the day with family, that sort of thing.
Two worst nights of the year in America: New Year's Eve AKA Amateur Hour with all the vomiting and second St. Patrick's Day people puking green beer.
Please, have a little respect for ol' St. Pat!
03/17/09
He is not, however, a canon saint, and his placement on the List of Saints remains a point of debate to this day.
And yes, it is in fact a day celebratory of his life, his actions, and his sacrifices. And guess how we celebrate that? By drinking to the man, his memory, and his influences.
Yes, I, too, am Irish Catholic, and I see no problem with drinking on St. Patrick's day, and neither has anyone else in my lineage.
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Not wiki. Remnants of Catholic school.
03/18/09
DUBLIN (AP) - Cars were torched, firefighters attacked and police bombarded in mayhem spawned by dusk-to-dawn drinking on St. Patrick's Day, Irish authorities said Wednesday.
03/17/09
much better combo then velveta shells and cheese, mixed with captain morgan
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dont do it
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As far as I'm concern I really hope it's true that erveybody's Irish on St-Pat's day 'cause I'm from French descent... Vive la France!
I'll go take away the pain and the shame with a poutine I think... *sobs*
03/17/09
So far as I know, he is indeed a Canuck with a very strong Irish lineage.
And yes, today, everyone can be Irish in spirit.
03/17/09
First, I shall arise at the skrake o' dawn and fry every single thing in the fridge, excepting the vegetables, and down it all with about four pints of tea strong enough to be used for tanning rhinocerous leather. Properly fuelled, I'll head out to the garage, slap a Planxty into the cd player and drive to work at eight times the speed limit, stopping to block to motorway and chat anytime I run into someone I recognize.
Once at work, I will break out my emergency hurley stick and use it to shut the gob of anyone who says "Erin Go Bragh", "Top o' the Mornin'", or "Hello."
At noon, I'll call my parents to find out whether my protestant godfather has called to play "The Sash" over the phone to my catholic father as is traditional.
At the end of the day, I'll head home and proceed to punish my liver like Hepatitis A, B, C, and Z. I will not drink green beer. I will not even have one than one pint of Guiness.
What I will mostly drink is alternating shots of Jameson's and Bushmills, just to feel them fight a religious war over ownership of what scant few braincells I have remaining to me. I will then bust out my electric guitar for a rousing rendition of the Fields of Athenrye, read aloud four Seamus Heaney poems, and urinate on a picture of Bono.
Amped up, I will head down to the pub (on a bicycle) where I will greet my friends with "What about ye wee lads, any word o' the shavin' yet?" and then proceed to have deep philosophical conversations about life in the manner of Socrates and Plato, except with moderate to severe brain damage.
I have no idea how the night shall end, save that the morning of the eighteenth will be worse than bloody Cromwell.
-BLW
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Instead, I'm stuck in Detroit and will just have to feed my Irishness with Guiness and Jamesons tonight when I get home from work.
Yeah, I might be useless tomorrow.
Thirst is a shameless disease so here's to a shameful cure.
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1 pint Irish Stout (pick your brand)
1 shot Bushmills
0 shots Baileys
Drink pint of stout. Then drink shot of Bushmills. Or vice versa. Then repeat 'til the voices stop.
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