An irishman is driving when he gets pulled over
the cop says, "Hey Paddy, did you realize your wife fell out of the car a mile back?"
And Paddy says...
"Oh thank Christ! I thought I'd gone deaf!"
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An irishman is driving when he gets pulled over
the cop says, "Hey Paddy, did you realize your wife fell out of the car a mile back?"
And Paddy says...
"Oh thank Christ! I thought I'd gone deaf!"
We're cooking fried chicken! It smells yummy in here.
Thanks for humoring me, Laga.
Hee.
What do you call an Irishman left out overnight?
Paddy O'Furniture!
I'm about to head out to meet a bunch of people for the game!
Geaux fightin' tigers!
Heard in juvenile hall:
Why can't you play poker in the jungle? . . . . Cause it's full of cheetahs!
We're cheering with you, DJ. (I'm a bad fan that watches other stuff on my laptop with earphones while the boys watch the game on tv) But I see the good stuff since it replays again and again.
better late than never:
Happy Birthday MiracleMan!
But I see the good stuff since it replays again and again.
Let's hope Les and the boys give us lots and lots of good stuff. Like this [link]
It seems odd to them that read a book or watch something on the laptop in the middle of the cheering sports watching, but I like the activity of the game watching while the game doesn't hold my interest. Except the super plays that I watch. And popcorn. And wine.
Happy Birthday, MM! Interesting article, too.
I've started my first blog on my triathlon training adventures. [link] I wish I had the ability to put words to page like many of the Buffistas, but since I can't I will just bore my friends and family in my own way.