Oy there. Luck of the Irish to yous, happy St. Patrick's day.
So, I'm one quarter Irish, and I think that that should make me one quarter more lucky than people who aren't Irish at all. But sadly this is not the case.
But then again, why would it be so? I don't see why the Irish are lucky at all...in fact they really aren't. Didn't they have some sort of famine involving a lack of potatoes? And then they've got the IRA. But they've got leprechauns so maybe that makes up for those other thingers.
O well. I say, if you drink enough, you'll always feel like you're getting lucky.
About about about....
- Alice is not my Name
- Canada
- For the purposes of this blogge, my name is not Alice. HAHA. Let's see... I often find myself ranting in my mind so I thought I'd throw some of it on the internet on the off chance that someone will read it.
the trolly wishes it could climb the stairs. but it can't.
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