Two mechanics having a smoke and a conversation in an alleyway, about St. Patrick's Day, and their relative Irishness:
"Are you Irish?"
"I'm Scotch-Irish, French, and German. The syphilitic bastard afterbirth of a mongrel gang-bang."
Cheers to my new Irish friends here in Chicago. They know who they are. They will be the unlucky folks reminded of what a Plastic Patty I am indeed - tomorrow night when we go out after work for some celebrating and a bit of a tipple.
And, for old times' sake, my St. Paddy's Day post from one year ago:
I'm a longtime fan of the "In Passing" website, wherein interesting overheard conversations and comments are blogged for digiternity.
Today's selection, from a similar site, (this one based in New York City) helps us celebrate the Reinforcin' O' the Stereotypes we like to call St. Paddy's Day. From "Overheard in New York":
Short guy: You owe me money.
Hefty guy: I don't owe you sh*t, Goldilocks! Don't make me f*cking slap you.
Short guy: I thought it was Erin Go Bragh, not Erin Go F*ck You Up.