Entry tags:
I just HAVE to share this.
If you thought I was being curmudgeonly about Paddy's Day, check out the inimitable Mr. Ellis:
From: WarrenE@aol.comNow that's curmudgeonly. Mr. Ellis, may you have the best of whiskeys today and every day.
Sender: badsignal-admin@lists.flirble.org
To: badsignal@lists.flirble.org
Subject: [BAD SIGNAL]I Don't Care If You Dye Your Pubes Green
Date: Fri, 17 Mar 2006 09:46:31 EST
baddy o'signal
WARREN ELLIS
The next person to wish me a
happy St Pat's Day will have their
ISP anonymously informed that
they download pictures of dogs
fucking babies. I've slept with Irish
girls and gotten drunk in Belfast,
which makes me more Irish than
99% of you -- and, whoops, here's
the clue train pulling up to the
station, and it says I'm not Irish
and neither are 99% of you so you
can stick St Pat's Day up your arse.
If you want to celebrate St Pat's
today, eat a raw potato, build a
house out of peat and get yourself
shot by an Englishman.
And guess what? If you were born
in America, you're not Irish, you're
fucking American. Deal with it.
(Though I still advise American
tourists in Europe to tell people
they're Canadian at all times.)
This was your Daily Truth. Please
return to your duties. Thank you.
no subject
no subject
Yes, that's best left to the Canadians. They're better at it anyway.
no subject
no subject
Also, sometimes there is something to be said for "fucking American". ;)
no subject
good luck eating that raw potato. if you *really* want to give yourself a taste of life under british colonialism, you should export the good potatoes, and only keep the blighted ones. yum!
i'll take a guinness instead, please...and hold the green dye, thanks. (from the freaking chicago river, too--sheesh! haven't the great lakes absorbed enough crap from us already?)
no subject
When I drove home, there was some sort of pub crawl going on in a Humvee limousine[1] - it was only 1 PM, but a couple Humvee limousines were parked outside several Irish pubs along Wilshire in Santa Monica. There were guys dressed up in leprechaun costumes and Satyr costumes and some green horrible costumes all in the street screaming.
Any holiday cheer I may have remotely had has been pounded out of my system.
Why, yes, I AM a curmudgeon, thanks for asking.
no subject
no subject