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Sunday, March 18, 2007
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27 comments:
Don't knock the luck o' tha Irish! They beat Pakistan in the World Cup on St. Paddy's Day.
Heylo lady.. its been awhile. I see all is well. I'll be back.. take care.
ps. that would be World Cup CRICKET .. in case u were wondering..
Hey, Spice!
I'm so glad you're back.
Cricket. Thanks for clearing that up. Go, Irish!!
I guess his luck ran out...
;-)
I guess he had no gallant policeman to see him safely across the street....
Michael,
You think the luck of the Irish has its limits?
Who knew?
Molly,
(Happy laughter here.)
Can a person really feel deflated?
Jr,
Evidently.
HAHAHA. I looked at that picture and thought, "It really says enough. Although I will, I don't even need to scroll down and read any pithy things Hearts might have written about this hilarious photo." You apparently new that words weren't necessarily, as well.
Jocelyn,
I found him in the street and ran home to get my camera. As they say, one picture is worth a thousand words.
About irish, I suggest a novel i am reading right now, Eureka Street, by Robert McLiam Wilson. Not P.C. at all.
funny. It truely is a photo with a thousand words. I could talk of how representative the empty leprechan is, especially after a drunkfest or parade. Or I could talk of the fun the empty thing represents. So deep for a Monday morning - thanks.
The image is EXACTLY how I felt all day on Sunday.
I reckon it was a hit and run and theres some trunk stuffed with gold and dripping of leprachaun blood
EXCELLENT photo.
I'm afraid to ask where the inflation tube is located on that irishman.
Poor guy. I bet a lot of people felt like that the day after.
I've never felt that way...I have absolutely no idea what that's like....I never indulge in stuff like that....I don't drink or smoke whatsoever...I'm also a compulsive liar...
Genevieve,
I'll check it out. I'm always looking for new authors.
Thank you for your visit, and please forgive the lack of accent over the "e" in your name; there must be such things under my keys but I don't know how to find them. Your blog gives me a wonderful opportunity to practice my bad French, which I understand better than I speak.
Olives,
I was also musing on possible symbolism, but then decided that someone just got tired of carrying it around with a drink, and scuttled him.
(Or didn't notice he was gone.)
Jali,
Oh, poooor Jali. I'm glad you stayed out of the road.
Judith,
You made me snort out loud. Is leprechaun blood green?
Bob,
Thanks!
Furious,
Let's not go there.
Mist,
Probably not what the Beatles had in mind when they sang "Do it in the road."
Sweet Pea,
Feeling the afterburn, are we? I don't do those things either, except for the pathological lying, of course, but I have other vices to sustain me.
Oh man, great image and I love your (few) words.
Poor chap. Nothing to see.
Thomas,
Go back to your houses...
Call the Paddy Wagon! Now, move on. Nothing to see here.
Rhea,
Paddy Wagon, indeed. Funny.
Thanks for coming by. You have a great blog and you'll be seeing a lot of me over there.
So appropriate! Heehee!
Erin go braugh!
Lee,
I always knew that guy would come to a bad end.
Lex,
Erin go belly up.
Hilarious!
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