Interesting art work and music, The last image is upsetting to me. I’d forward it but then uncledad would be exposed. Happy St. Pats.
Well, I played my bodhran a bit and had a nip of Bushmills. I gave the horses an extra measure of hay. There’s no one else about so that’s the end of it. Happy St. Patrick’s Day.
There’s the old joke, why did the chicken cross the road? He didn’t want to do an album with the Chieftains. I personally would be pleased to.
This song don’t clover, only whiskey or God. I’d call it Austin Irish.
We had a nice St. Patrick’s Day.
I made some nice corned beef, with cabbage, with boiled celery, carrots, and onions, and my Dad ate more of it than anything else I’ve made in weeks – and I’d made a full Thanksgiving dinner on Tuesday!
I got a 4-pack of Murphy’s Stout, which he, my Mom, and I drank – with a little Scotch (sorry about that blasphemy, no Irish Whiskey, which I love – my unemployment’s done).
Today’s menu – leftovers!
My family’s not even Irish, but Mother made Dad a big pot of corned beef and cabbage. He loved it: it’s the only meat dish my mother makes that anyone can chew.
I just watch the “Streams of Whiskey” vid over at C&L. It brought me back, Shane MacGowen still still had some teeth. To better days!
Should be “Watched” of course.
Loch Sloy, Maha.
…had a nip of Bushmills.
I smiled at that, thinking of McNulty in The Wire: “Bushmills?! That’s Protestant whisky!”
Happy St.Patrick’s day.
Interesting art work and music, The last image is upsetting to me. I’d forward it but then uncledad would be exposed. Happy St. Pats.
Well, I played my bodhran a bit and had a nip of Bushmills. I gave the horses an extra measure of hay. There’s no one else about so that’s the end of it. Happy St. Patrick’s Day.
There’s the old joke, why did the chicken cross the road? He didn’t want to do an album with the Chieftains. I personally would be pleased to.
This song don’t clover, only whiskey or God. I’d call it Austin Irish.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XfcnUpA2Yoc
We had a nice St. Patrick’s Day.
I made some nice corned beef, with cabbage, with boiled celery, carrots, and onions, and my Dad ate more of it than anything else I’ve made in weeks – and I’d made a full Thanksgiving dinner on Tuesday!
I got a 4-pack of Murphy’s Stout, which he, my Mom, and I drank – with a little Scotch (sorry about that blasphemy, no Irish Whiskey, which I love – my unemployment’s done).
Today’s menu – leftovers!
My family’s not even Irish, but Mother made Dad a big pot of corned beef and cabbage. He loved it: it’s the only meat dish my mother makes that anyone can chew.
I just watch the “Streams of Whiskey” vid over at C&L. It brought me back, Shane MacGowen still still had some teeth. To better days!
Should be “Watched” of course.
Loch Sloy, Maha.
…had a nip of Bushmills.
I smiled at that, thinking of McNulty in The Wire: “Bushmills?! That’s Protestant whisky!”
(It’s all good, says me.)