Lunch Break - I wish I was I rish....
Why is March the best month?
MARCH MADNESS!! Of course. I am going with Louisville, Memphis, Oklahoma State, and Villanova as the Final Four and - Louisville to win it all.
Baseball is almost here.
In the olden times (5 years ago) the Oscars were in March, also in the olden times I actually cared about them...
Yours truly was born in March -I'm sure you know the story... In 1832 - On a blustery, cold night there was no room at the Pub, so my father took my mother to a private poker game out back in a barn, which was, weirdly, inside a log cabin. And there after losing his shirt and my mother's too - The Great Kate, South ofMelrose, went into labor and gave birth to me on a pile of hay and empty whiskey bottles before three wisenheimer men: Larry, Moe and Shemp. Curly having passed out in the manger. Sadly, my COLB is lost - but later I'll be printing out computer abstracts, which you are welcome to call birth certificates over and over again and hope no one notices.
Speaking of printing - does anyone need any long green? I think other central banks have done it already around the world but basically what it amounts to is money printing
Speaking of Green: Did you know? According to legend, on the day of Judgement, while Christ judges all other nations, St Patrick will be the judge of the Irish.
I generally love the Irish more than most peoples and I have no idea why....there is not an ounce of Irish blood in my veins. Something about irrational affection for and attraction to happy drunks, pretty redheads, sexy ruffians with sexy accents, and good story telling....I also lean strongly to the Catholic end of my Anglicanism... ('cept the Catholic no women priests thing...that ain't right. At my church, I've seen Catholic women cry upon receiving communion from a female priest for the first time. Message to the Vatican: wake up!)
MARCH MADNESS!! Of course. I am going with Louisville, Memphis, Oklahoma State, and Villanova as the Final Four and - Louisville to win it all.
Baseball is almost here.
In the olden times (5 years ago) the Oscars were in March, also in the olden times I actually cared about them...
Yours truly was born in March -I'm sure you know the story... In 1832 - On a blustery, cold night there was no room at the Pub, so my father took my mother to a private poker game out back in a barn, which was, weirdly, inside a log cabin. And there after losing his shirt and my mother's too - The Great Kate, South ofMelrose, went into labor and gave birth to me on a pile of hay and empty whiskey bottles before three wisenheimer men: Larry, Moe and Shemp. Curly having passed out in the manger. Sadly, my COLB is lost - but later I'll be printing out computer abstracts, which you are welcome to call birth certificates over and over again and hope no one notices.
Speaking of printing - does anyone need any long green? I think other central banks have done it already around the world but basically what it amounts to is money printing
Speaking of Green: Did you know? According to legend, on the day of Judgement, while Christ judges all other nations, St Patrick will be the judge of the Irish.
I generally love the Irish more than most peoples and I have no idea why....there is not an ounce of Irish blood in my veins. Something about irrational affection for and attraction to happy drunks, pretty redheads, sexy ruffians with sexy accents, and good story telling....I also lean strongly to the Catholic end of my Anglicanism... ('cept the Catholic no women priests thing...that ain't right. At my church, I've seen Catholic women cry upon receiving communion from a female priest for the first time. Message to the Vatican: wake up!)
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