Here's to you and here's to me
May we never disagree
But if we do, to Hell with you
Here's to me!

Happy St. Paddy Day.

 

I'll have a drink

 

Up the long ladder and down the short rope,

To hell with King Billy and God bless the Pope!

If that doesn't do we'll tear them in two

And send them to hell in their red, white and blue.

I, let the Irish be in you, have a great St. PADDIES Day, one and all.

 

Happy st paddys day everyone

 

The leprechaun story.
I can't even try to tell you this story, useless you swear you believe in leprechauns. Because their real, and the little basturds ain't nothing you been told. This won't be worth tellin, you won't understand or believe what you do understand, if you can't believe.
Ok now everyone been told that the little shits be good luck, right? They are nothing to do with luck, they be nothing short of thieves, I swear. If by the rare odds, you ever come across one them sneaky bastards, turn, walk away, don't even look at em, or make eye contact. You'll never no the trouble you'll save yourself.
They ain't got no pot o gold, rainbow bullshit. What they do got is a bag of tricks, no one could image, and they love nothing more then twisting ya up in their little games. Quick and sneaky is what they be.
Yes I encountered one very deceiving little redhair pintsized drunks. He was so pissed, could barely talk, slurring his words, giggling. If only I knew then, it's all a game to them.
I didn't know nothing but the good luck myths, thought I had the greatest opportunity of a lifetime, right in front of me, drunk and looking for a friend.
I should've known as soon as the diamond red pin hole showed though his green eyes, something wasn't right. He says to me, I can ye help a little guy out?
Sure what you in need of?
Transportation, I seemed to have had a deviancy in balance, if ya could help me get a half mile down the road, not a problem would I have.
No worries of any kind, you will receive a prized reward for your good will.
I help him to his feet, he graps ahold of my pant leg, to steady himself. He continues to talk as we begin walking down the road. He tells me, You have the Irish blood, Me knows, can smell it. The Irish I know well, for I am an old soul, and have given many a good Irishmen their dreams.
You have, was all I got out, before he cut me off, in almost a half yell, that's right, and not a one of em got anything like a pot o gold, so don't be thinking or asking, it don't work like that!
Ok how does it work?
Always questions! Always got to know! Always think they know better! Always want the best! Always want more! Always want what you don't have! Always!
Now the little runt is in a full blown rage, yelling I don't need your help, go, leave, get.
He pushes me away, never stopping the constant talk. Going on and on about taking care of himself, I'll get my good will pay, Every Irishmen dream, then threw a rock at me saying be gone.
I duck, to avoid getting hit in the head, and when I look back up he was gone.
Didn't give it much thought, weird little thing. It was a few hours later that the puzzle was noticed. Seeing my new, tattoo, that I have no knowledge of how it got on me. Yeap it was real, no scabbing, bleeding or any other signs of a new tattoo, but it was there, permanently.
I was dumbfounded, had no clue why or what the meaning, if it had any, was. Now I think I became more obsessed with what and why, then how it got there. The how, just became the proof the little fucker was real, and does have magic at his disposal. But what the hell did he do? That's when I started to pieces the puzzle together.
Thinking over and over, his words. Trying to remember all he said. "Not to worry, I'll get my prize". Was this tattoo a prize? Did it have powers? No it's just to bizarre. What does a chicken represent? Then his words came back to me. "Your all the same", " every Irishman's dream"
The light bulb lite up a thousands skies! That little fucker won't be crossing my path any time soon, but he had it all planned long before I ever set an eye on him.
All I am left with is a cursed tattoo and a story. Take a look, what do you see?
A rooster with a noose around it's neck.

Yes on the inside of my leg, just below my knee! How do you explain this?

Every Irishmen's dream...



A cock that hangs below his knee...

 

Me name is O’Possom

 

KISS ME I"M IRISH

 

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Ignoring my Irish heritage today
I shall not be partaking in the revellry

 

I'll drink double to make up for @dirtyjedi's abstemiousness.

 

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OOPSIE!!

 

I finished off a bottle of Jameson...somehow...does that make me Irish???