scream-of-consciousness;
"If you're trying to change minds and influence people it's probably not a good idea to say that virtually all elected Democrats are liars, but what the hell."
Homer and pals waiting impatiently in front of bar. Homer: Oouuuuuuughh! It's been St. Patrick's day for hours and I'm still not drunk yet! (looks grumpily at watch) It's never going to be 9 o'clock! (catches sight of equally grumpy bartender coming down sidewalk)Moe! Moe! Thank God you're here! We'd like to come in and drink. Moe: (unlocks door) Pal: We kicked down the back door, but then, there was a metal door. Moe: Yeah, all right. Listen up! This is the busiest drinking day of the year. Who are the designated drivers? (3 men raise their hands) Beat it! I got no room for cheapskates. (The unlucky 3 leave, the rest file into the bar after Moe.)
♫♪ When Irish eyes are bleeding, Sure it's like a rushing spring. In the crush of Irish migraines, You can hear the demons sing. When Irish are hungover, All the world seems loud and fey. So when Irish eyes are bleeding, Take the smell of that pint away.♫♪ ♫♪
♫♪ There was a tear in your eye, last night at the sty, A thinking about Patty's songs. With such power in your smile, And great thirst all the while, There was ne'er a full mug in a mile. When your sharp lilting cackle's raised your drinking mate's hackles, And your eyes twinkled bright as could be, You laughed all the while and all other times smiled, The payoff's this sad penalty.♫♪ ♫♪ Repeat first verse. Composed by James McDowell
This is one of the reasons I hate giving up alcohol for lent.
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Hey...Anybody got the lyrics to: ♪♫♫♪ when Irish eyes are bloodshot...♫♪♪♫ ♫♪ ♫♪
ReplyDeleteHomer and pals waiting impatiently in front of bar.
ReplyDeleteHomer: Oouuuuuuughh! It's been St. Patrick's day for hours and I'm still not drunk yet! (looks grumpily at watch) It's never going to be 9 o'clock! (catches sight of equally grumpy bartender coming down sidewalk)Moe! Moe! Thank God you're here! We'd like to come in and drink.
Moe: (unlocks door)
Pal: We kicked down the back door, but then, there was a metal door.
Moe: Yeah, all right. Listen up! This is the busiest drinking day of the year. Who are the designated drivers? (3 men raise their hands) Beat it! I got no room for cheapskates. (The unlucky 3 leave, the rest file into the bar after Moe.)
♫♪
ReplyDeleteWhen Irish eyes are bleeding,
Sure it's like a rushing spring.
In the crush of Irish migraines,
You can hear the demons sing.
When Irish are hungover,
All the world seems loud and fey.
So when Irish eyes are bleeding,
Take the smell of that pint away.♫♪
♫♪
♫♪
There was a tear in your eye,
last night at the sty,
A thinking about Patty's songs.
With such power in your smile,
And great thirst all the while,
There was ne'er a full mug in a mile.
When your sharp lilting cackle's raised your drinking mate's hackles,
And your eyes twinkled bright as could be,
You laughed all the while and all other times smiled,
The payoff's this sad penalty.♫♪
♫♪
Repeat first verse. Composed by James McDowell
Last year, for Lent, I gave up Catholicism.
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