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Yup.


Yup.

SHUT UP! I DID NOT ASK FOR THE PORTUGUESE TO INTERVENE!

Time for me to create "The Unlimited Itralian American Auto-Fellating" thread.

Yup. I do think it's time.

Racist? nope. Hate filled? maybe. Well informed about the type of people you're descended from? Absolutely.

Yup.


Yup.

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!

HERE'S A REAL IRISH MEAL:

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

Or stout.

Corned beef:

Should only be eaten out necessity...

Such as a Reuben.

Also,

Here's the historically accurate meal of St. Joseph's Day, as demonstrated with Medieval Miracle Play:

You ain't kiddin'.

I could go for bangers and mash.

RIGHT NAO!

[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.]

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".

Nope,

You're Wrong,

St. Joseph's Day was incepted as a way for all the fat little kids in the Catholic schools to stuff their faces with Zeppoles. Originally, one lucky little guido was allowed to go to the Zeppole Factory, run by Willie Wanko. He would be entreated to run amok in the factory, borrowing money from the wee folk (referred to as Guidocinnis), and ultimately making it to Wanko's office, where the small child was sacrificed to Wanko's heathen god.

HERE'S A REAL IRISH MEAL:

Scorned Beef and Crappage.

D'OH!



NEED COFFEE!

Still, come to RI....I like to cause trouble.

Who the fuck celebrates St. Patricks day anyway? Worst "amateur night" of the entire year.

I do. I like going around carrying a Union Jack. One day a year that you'll see me do that.

Hey Rog,

will you come back to RI again and go to a soccer game with me? I like causing trouble.

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.

when it comes to bad commercials, there are only two words that need be spoken:

JOLLY JOHN.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=riRK3b_0Qfg

THIS