Monday, March 5, 2012

"The Green ones"

Who are the Irish, where did they come from, Was God getting tired when he made them? Why are they always fighting and drinking whisky. Is there ever an end to questions about the Irish?

Me thinks the Irish are slightly over rated, redheaded dancing girls with their breasts jiggling when they shimmy and shake and jump up and down. These girls are a dime a dozen, maybe fifteen cents, but not a penny more.

And anyone can go to Ireland and kiss the Blarney stone, but who wants to with all those other people leaving their germs on it. Not only that, but the four leaf clover can be found all over the world where ever it rains. Me Grandfather carried a shillelagh and he made it from a branch of a tree found in Texas. The Derby was no more than a turtle shell, that was used for protection of the head.

The Jig was from walking on stones heated from the sun. They drank green whisky because they drank all the good stuff too fast, All men were catholic and all catholic Men are priests. Irish women were not free and easy. And before I forget, I’ll take three of the dancing girls and they do not have to be redheads. I have heard that Irish girls fight dirty. They will use anything and everything that they can get their hands on.

Spring water is worth more in Ireland than Irish whisky. Most of the women work in the home and in the field. Most Irish men are found in Irish pubs. Their game is the telling of tall tales. My grandfather had an Irish wife, but he traded her and the house off for a horse and buggy so he and his girl friend could ride in style.

Only a few Irishmen ever sent for their mothers in Ireland and brought them to America. All Irish coffee comes from Brazil and most of the cups come from Cuptown, England. Irish crooks, thieves and robbers, only work at night.

Yancy Green is still in Jail in France. What do you mean, who is Yancy Green? He is a famous Irish thief, who is a prisoner in France. All your money, that is green, is Irish, so send it back to Ireland. Or send it to me and I’ll send it for you!

Once in a while, I get lucky,

By; Ben R.
Mar. 7, 2012

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