Fightin' Irish

The mystery has been solved.  Thank you to Mr. or Mrs. Anonymous who filled me in to the fact that the band U2 is in fact Irish.



They aint British, they aint U.Sian.  Read the post below if ya dunno what I'm talkin bout.


Here are other great things that have been brought to us by the Irish...courtesy of Google.


Irish dancers:







Crackin beer:







Fine greenery:








That guy who knows where the dough at:







and this bold soul:





venturing into the long, deep Irish waters with nuthin but a kayak and a prayer




Glad we got that covered.  Unlike my Anonymous informer who is super knowledgeable, I been a fool this weekend.



My last post says I'm on my way to Spokane for the weekend.  I was writing that post as I stayed up all night, specifically so I could sleep on the bus the whole way there. 


Instead I took a nap at 6:45am, intending to wake up at 7:30, shower and get to the bus station at 10am.



Next thing I know it is 10:30am and I'm stumbling out of bed, hella tired, confused and not having any idea how I coulda slept in...it's probly cuz I stayed up all night.




So much for Spokompton.  I spent the weekend in Seatown and I enjoyed every minute of it.  I spent most of the weekend at Numberman's crib so it figures he would get Quote Of The Weekend.




Numberman:  I think I'ma die young.

Me:  I think you are too.

Numberman:  Do you?  Cuz I'm being serious.

Me:  Ya, so am I.

Numberman:  I think I'ma die in my 30's.  That sucks.

Me:  Nah you aint gonna die in your 30's.  You're gonna die like in your 50's.

Numberman:  Really?  You think?  That sucks too.
 

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