After the week I’ve had, count me in! I’ll be bringing a case of Pete’s Wicked Ale and tortilla chips with five-alarm salsa. 
Jodi
Fiat Justitia
pffffft five alarm
WUSS!!!
REAL MEN EAT PEPPERS ~STRAIGHT FROM THE FIELDS BABY~
::Waking up from being passed out for three days…::
You mean there’s ANOTHER St Paddy’s Day Party???!!! Woo hoo!
sorry, couldnt let this pass…
Pete’s wicked ale, Who’s Pete?? F*** Pete!!!
You’re supposed to be at a Paddy’s Day party!!! we drink Guinness and pints of whisky!!! anyone dancing normally will be removed. I would like to see everyone leave the party with a black eye, a bleeding nose and a huge smile on their drunken faces!!!
singing
The Canals and the Bridges,
The Embankments and Cuts,
They Blasted their way with their blood and their guts,
They never drank porter, but whisky by pint,
And the Shanty towns rang with their songs and their Fights
Navigator Navigator,
Rise up and be strong,
for the morning is here and their’s work to be done,
Grab your pic and your shovel and the bold Dinamite,
for to shift a few tonnes of this earthly delight
They died in their hundreds with no sign of their ware,
save the brass in the pocket of the entreprenur,
They helped build an empire where the sun never set,
now the Empire’s in Darkness,
BUT THE RAILWAYS THERE YET!!!
NAVAGATOR NAVAGATOR,
RIsemkpepkj uppp and be… strong…
collapsesw in a drunken state…
well, at least one person wants to meet me…
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Cheers!!
That’s the spirit[s]!
When you all check in tonite, tell us what poison yer choosin’, and give a toast.
Eagles may soar free and proud, but weasels never get sucked into jet engines.
Damn. First one here. Oh well, I’m sure the Guiness and Harps are here somewhere.
:::Starts checking the labels on the kegs:::
God is my co-pilot. Blame Him.
I’m sucking down an ice cold Molson right now.
So, where the hell is everyone? I get all decked out in my shamrock pasties and green thong, and no one comes to the party? Sheesh, more beer for me then. Uncle, would ya pass me a Molsen?
I like it here-can I stay?
And do you have a vacancy for a Back-scrubber?
::Checking out Psy’s shamrocks…::
Christ, you guys are killin’ me. I still have an hour and a half of work left and I’m on call tonight. Oh well, screw it, who needs this job anyway? Let’s PARTAY!
Mike Mulligan had a steam shovel,
a beautiful red steam shovel.
Her name was Mary Anne.
Psycat, I pass you a Molson as soon as you learn how to spell it. Aww, I’m just joshing. Here ya go, and nice shamrocks. Demo, put your shillelagh away, your gonna scare the leprechauns.
Here I am!! Don’t stand between me and the beer.
Mr. Larrigan, I’ll drink my Pete’s in I want to, thankyouverymuch. I don’t care for the Guinness. Now if we had some Harp’s, I’d be all over it.
Happy St. Pat’s to one and all!
Jodi
Fiat Justitia
slythe is at the bar! I’ll just pour myself a half-and-half to start with. Watching the Guinness float on top of the Harps is great.
A toast: May depression follow you all your days, but never touch your tail.
gulp!
Don’t forget to kiss the blarney stone!
Spell it? Phaw, in a few more hours I’ll barely be able to say it.
Arnold, nice link. I can feel the magic! Ouch!
Let’s have some toasts, people. I’ve got a bottle of Glen Eden, now give me an excuse to lift the shot glass, please? 
Eagles may soar free and proud, but weasels never get sucked into jet engines.
Leprechauns? Where? I wanna catch one of the little bastards! Gimme yer pot o’ gold ya little green Lucky Charms eatin’ rat!
Mike Mulligan had a steam shovel,
a beautiful red steam shovel.
Her name was Mary Anne.
Woohooo!! I am finally here… now where is my green beer?
Warning. That stuff in the pail is not Irish stew!
Some people just can’t hold their liquor.
Eagles may soar free and proud, but weasels never get sucked into jet engines.
Croi follain agus gob fliuch.
(pronounced: “KREE FO-lah-ihn ah-guhs GOB FLOOKH”)
“A healthy heart and a wet mouth!”
Go mbeire muid beo ar an am seo aris!
“May we be alive at this time next year.”
Here’s to cheating, stealing, fighting, and drinking.
If you cheat, may you cheat death.
If you steal, may you steal a woman’s heart.
If you fight, may you fight for a brother.
And if you drink, may you drink with me.
… a little Irish coffee?
I am a redhead, you see, and I do not tempt. I insist. -Cristi
I’ll buy the next round if someone can tell me who played “Isis” in the Star Trek episode, “Assignment:Earth” (Not the cat, you smart asses-the woman!)
Eagles may soar free and proud, but weasels never get sucked into jet engines.