About the Welsh...

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HERE'S A REAL IRISH MEAL:

I think a hefty dose of penicillin might take care of that.

Or stout.

Dammit dude, cut it out!

FROM HELL'S BLACK HEART, I STAB AT THEE!

[Phox]

HERE'S A REAL IRISH MEAL:

I think a hefty dose of penicillin might take care of that.

Or stout.

Dammit dude, cut it out!

For serious. That picture keeps making me hungry, and I just ate. 

[Eater of Clowns]

Eating reubens is a very necessary thing.

I get by without them.

Perhaps get by, El Blighto, perhaps.  Yet if all one does is get by, what has one truly learned from this filthy corner of the web, hmm?  If we were a people to merely get by, to simply exist, could you picture the community?  Could you see a Richter without martial prowess?  Perhaps a Cramulus without mustaches?  I suppose if one merely gets by, one might in a meager mind find such images.

I cannot, Senor Blightspag.  I cannot.  Not only because I refuse to on principle, but as another symptom of the wondrous life I demand.  I suppose one could argue, round and round forever as we are all wont to do, whether one causes the other but the fact is that such drive and lust for live is inextricably linked to a preference, nay, a need, for a Reuben sandwich.

If you will lend your attention ever so briefly to my tale, I will recount my life before my awakening to the sandwich of the superior.  I was not a happy youth, Chupablightra, not by any definition of the word nor by any perception of those in my immediate vicinity.  Lend this to whichever cause you might, as I am sure any reader will; I lacked a community or a clear path, or else I lacked spirituality and enlightenment.  I prefer to understand those as symptoms of a greater missing piece of my being, a piece I would soon find and am only now beginning to grasp.

I can elaborate not as to where it occurred, nor what whim crossed my mind to allow the meal to be brought before me.  It was some spark, I am sure, be it divine or innate.  The reality is such does not matter, for then it was myself and the sandwich, alone.  Words would fail to impart upon you the flavor, the majestic combination of ingredients, but the experience I shall attempt.  It was as though the Reuben needed me.  I would gain sustenance, and as I've now learned, so much more, but it would gain another tale for its legend, another follower to its righteous way, another convert to its truth.

I caution you not to heed these words as encouragement toward your own sandwich event.  Instead, know them as a good wish, or a personal hope, that you will one day meet the spark that will drive you to the reuben.  And it will be the catalyst for all change within you.

[Phox]

 

[Mangrove]

St. Patrick's Day is a farce. It was concocted during prohibition by the FBI as a way to coerce the Irish in Boston to become so drunk that they could easily be found. Racial profiling exploited to maximum efficiency. The Italians in RI, liking this idea and hating the Irish, celebrate it because their love of wine and accordion music allowed them greater supremacy over their now vanquished enemies. They celebrate it by eating corned beef and cabbage, putting green food coloring in their beer, and wearing Kiss Me I'm Irish T-shirts. Now, instead of the Irish going to the once proud and awesome Stuffies Bar in North Providence, the Italians have proceeded to bulldoze it and turn it into a trendy brick-oven cooked everything and cocktail lounge where they frost their hair, wear huge sunglasses at 9PM, and pay twice the price of anywhere else in the state for ANYTHING. It's called WILDFIRE. Lots of Irish karaoke there on the day when a heroic man drove the serpents from the Emerald Isle.

Pop your collar, bitches, it's St. Patties Day.

No, that's St. Joseph's Day.

And for the record, I fucking hate corned beef and cabbage. Even my Irish mother hates it. It's not Irish, it's what poor Irish-Americans ate, and therefore insulting.

HOWEVER.

Evidence leads us to believe that Lithuanians really invented the Irish and the Saxons to control the Welsh. Welsh itself is a Lithuanian word for "pond scum".

'Wales' comes from the Anglo-Saxon 'Weilas' meaning slaves. (Just to give you some idea of the Saxon's attitudes to the residents.)

Incidentally, if beef & cabbage is a culinary insult to the Irish, someone please explain to me why Irish bars etc insist on selling a drink called 'Black & Tans'? Seems kind of silly to me.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

St. Patrick's Day is a farce. It was concocted during prohibition by the FBI as a way to coerce the Irish in Boston to become so drunk that they could easily be found. Racial profiling exploited to maximum efficiency. The Italians in RI, liking this idea and hating the Irish, celebrate it because their love of wine and accordion music allowed them greater supremacy over their now vanquished enemies. They celebrate it by eating corned beef and cabbage, putting green food coloring in their beer, and wearing Kiss Me I'm Irish T-shirts. Now, instead of the Irish going to the once proud and awesome Stuffies Bar in North Providence, the Italians have proceeded to bulldoze it and turn it into a trendy brick-oven cooked everything and cocktail lounge where they frost their hair, wear huge sunglasses at 9PM, and pay twice the price of anywhere else in the state for ANYTHING. It's called WILDFIRE. Lots of Irish karaoke there on the day when a heroic man drove the serpents from the Emerald Isle.

Pop your collar, bitches, it's St. Patties Day.

No, that's St. Joseph's Day.

And for the record, I fucking hate corned beef and cabbage. Even my Irish mother hates it. It's not Irish, it's what poor Irish-Americans ate, and therefore insulting.

HOWEVER.

Evidence leads us to believe that Lithuanians really invented the Irish and the Saxons to control the Welsh. Welsh itself is a Lithuanian word for "pond scum".

'Wales' comes from the Anglo-Saxon 'Weilas' meaning slaves. (Just to give you some idea of the Saxon's attitudes to the residents.)

Incidentally, if beef & cabbage is a culinary insult to the Irish, someone please explain to me why Irish bars etc insist on selling a drink called 'Black & Tans'? Seems kind of silly to me.

THought Wales came from the word for foreigner.
Black and Tans are tasty.

[Suu]

St. Patrick's Day is a farce. It was concocted during prohibition by the FBI as a way to coerce the Irish in Boston to become so drunk that they could easily be found. Racial profiling exploited to maximum efficiency. The Italians in RI, liking this idea and hating the Irish, celebrate it because their love of wine and accordion music allowed them greater supremacy over their now vanquished enemies. They celebrate it by eating corned beef and cabbage, putting green food coloring in their beer, and wearing Kiss Me I'm Irish T-shirts. Now, instead of the Irish going to the once proud and awesome Stuffies Bar in North Providence, the Italians have proceeded to bulldoze it and turn it into a trendy brick-oven cooked everything and cocktail lounge where they frost their hair, wear huge sunglasses at 9PM, and pay twice the price of anywhere else in the state for ANYTHING. It's called WILDFIRE. Lots of Irish karaoke there on the day when a heroic man drove the serpents from the Emerald Isle.

Pop your collar, bitches, it's St. Patties Day.

No, that's St. Joseph's Day.

And for the record, I fucking hate corned beef and cabbage. Even my Irish mother hates it. It's not Irish, it's what poor Irish-Americans ate, and therefore insulting.

HOWEVER.

Evidence leads us to believe that Lithuanians really invented the Irish and the Saxons to control the Welsh. Welsh itself is a Lithuanian word for "pond scum".

'Wales' comes from the Anglo-Saxon 'Weilas' meaning slaves. (Just to give you some idea of the Saxon's attitudes to the residents.)

Incidentally, if beef & cabbage is a culinary insult to the Irish, someone please explain to me why Irish bars etc insist on selling a drink called 'Black & Tans'? Seems kind of silly to me.

THought Wales came from the word for foreigner.
Black and Tans are tasty.

It does mean foreigner in Saxon...Even though they were actually the natives.


I still hold to my Lithuanian theory.

[East Coast Hustle]

HERE'S A REAL IRISH MEAL:

seriously though....what is this horrifyingly unappetizing-looking pile of crap? Do people actually eat it, or is it just for the Irish?

[Nephew Twiddleton]

HERE'S A REAL IRISH MEAL:

seriously though....what is this horrifyingly unappetizing-looking pile of crap? Do people actually eat it, or is it just for the Irish?

Ireland and Britain. And it's fan fucking tastic you philistine.

[East Coast Hustle]

It looks like 2 diseased penises on a bed of cottage cheese covered in runny feces. But I'm sure it's delicious.

[Jasper]

I've seen much prettier bangers and mash, I'll say that.

ETA: But let's be realistic, it's supposed to be an ugly pile of meat and carbs.

[Suu]

IT'S FUCKING BANGERS AND MASH, YOU TINKER'S FART!


FOR FUCK'S SAKE
SAUSAGE
TATERS
MUSHROOM FUCKING GRAVY


DO YOU NEED A FUCKING MAP TO FIND YOUR WAY TO FLAVORVILLE OR CAN YOU STILL FIND YOUR ASS IN THE DARK WITH BOTH HANDS AND A FLASHLIGHT?!

[Don Coyote]

IT'S FUCKING BANGERS AND MASH, YOU TINKER'S FART!


FOR FUCK'S SAKE
SAUSAGE
TATERS
MUSHROOM FUCKING GRAVY


DO YOU NEED A FUCKING MAP TO FIND YOUR WAY TO FLAVORVILLE OR CAN YOU STILL FIND YOUR ASS IN THE DARK WITH BOTH HANDS AND A FLASHLIGHT?!

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Bangers and Mash an Stout

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Dammit I need to stop reading this thread. Or go to fucking Sonny's this weekend to get my fix.

[Richter]

IT'S FUCKING BANGERS AND MASH, YOU TINKER'S FART!


FOR FUCK'S SAKE
SAUSAGE
TATERS
MUSHROOM FUCKING GRAVY


DO YOU NEED A FUCKING MAP TO FIND YOUR WAY TO FLAVORVILLE OR CAN YOU STILL FIND YOUR ASS IN THE DARK WITH BOTH HANDS AND A FLASHLIGHT?!