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Thursday, March 17, 2005

Git Snockered ya Khoontz!

Sorry 'bout the light posting as of late, but NCAA tourney + bad back = Massive entertainment loss. Here's a story about Irish people that I SWEAR is true:

Drunk Ole Mulvihill (From the Northern Irish Clan) staggers into a Catholic Church, enters a confessional box, sits down but says nothing.

The Priest coughs a few times to get his attention but the Ole just sits

Finally, the Priest pounds three times on the wall.

The drunk mumbles, "ain't no use knockin, there's no paper on this side

Happy St. Patties ya soused-up losers!



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