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Friday, March 16, 2018

Saint Patrick's Erotica

Dear Sillies,
How are you? I hope you're feeling worthy and and upbeat spirits.
It's that time again - time to...get lucky, any way you can. I'm unsure what that means for me, realistically, but I'll wear green just in case I run into Bernie.
Much love, luck, and laughter to you and yours.

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  1. I hope the luck of the Irish settles down with you - for a good long stay.

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    1. I hope your hopes for me are realized.
      Thank ye much, EC.

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  2. Not a bad way to go for Saint Me Day indeed.

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    1. To go un-saintly on your day
      'tis the only way to play.

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  3. Now you've put me in a mood. Wonder if I can find a willing friend to share this holiday feeling?

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    1. I hope ye can, me friend, and may that friend be of the human kind.

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    2. Hope is all we've got to grab onto, Jono. It's gotta do the job.

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  4. tip o' the hat to you, lassie. Cheers!

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  5. I'm part Irish, but I don't wear green on the 17th, nor do I go to any parades, speak with a phony brogue, nor drink green beer. However, participating in the activities described above sounds like something I could get into... so to speak.

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    1. 'Twould not be torturous, ye might be suggesting. I do hope ye get into some...fun this weekend, Silver Fox.

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  6. I celebrated St. Patrick's last night as a group of us who usually have board meetings on Friday night at a local law office library... We sampled a half dozen Irish whiskeys. I still prefer Scotch Whisky, but it was a lot of fun.

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    1. It sounds a lot more fun than the typically boring Board meeting, Sage.
      Cheers to you and your peers.

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  7. When I could drink, it seemed like a good excuse to get hammered but what could we celebrate the next day?

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    1. Those next-day regrets take the fun out of it all.

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  8. St Paddy's Day goes on for at least a week over here. As well it might this year since we thrashed the English and won the Grand Slam Rugby Trophy .. yee..eow!
    Mine's a pint missus
    Cheers's

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    1. Well enjoy contributing to the ongoing festivities, Heron's View. It's your patriotic Patty duty. Congratulations on the big Rugby win!
      Cheers and then some.
      PS Stay safe. =)

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  9. I hope you find Bernie in the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, Robyn! Wishing you a happy St. Patrick's Day, much love, and much luck.

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    1. Thank you, Connie. Much love and luck to you, my friend.

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  10. Expose that shamrock and hope it's a lucky four leaf clover.

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    1. I have yet to have a lad expose his four leaf clover, Diane. They only show me their stunted shrubs. Sigh.
      Be well.

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  11. 12 years ago my heart was touched by an Irishman. Fortunately he was a cardiologist. I still see him once a year to make sure the bionic bits he installed are still ticking. I was one lucky Portaghee that day.

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    1. You're so silly, Geo. In the best of ways.
      Thank you.

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  12. This is so very funny. I bet Irishmen never partied as much as we do. I see that large bun...or is it a potato?? I have to go I. Search of my hubby now.

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    1. It's a long sausage, my friend. I know, unfamiliar sight for me too. =)

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  13. So, an Irishman walked into a bar...

    No joke. It can really happen! :)

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    1. I'm guessing it happens all the time.
      Ha. You're funny. Thanks, Sherry.

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