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torsdag 13 december 2012
tisdag 21 augusti 2012
lördag 17 mars 2012
Saint Patrick's day
Saint Patrick’s Day (iriska: Lá Fhéile Pádraig) är Irlands nationaldag som firas den 17 mars. Dagen firas till minne av landets skyddshelgon Saint Patrick. I bland annat USA, Kanada, Storbritannien och Irland är det tradition att ha gröna kläder på sig. Om man ser någon som varken bär gröna plagg eller accessoarer får man enligt tradition tillåtelse att nypa dem. S:t Patrick är även känd som den person som tog kristendomen till Irland.
fredag 27 januari 2012
torsdag 31 mars 2011
Some Irish
The Indian and his pipe of peacesoon will pass away.
But the Irishman with his piece of pipe
will last for many a day.
torsdag 30 september 2010
O'Malley went to his doctor ...
An Irishman named O'Malley went to his doctor after a long illness.
The doctor sighed and looked O'Malley in the eye and said, "I've some bad news for you. You have cancer, and it can't be cured. You'd best put your affairs in order.
O'Malley was shocked but being a solid character, he managed to compose himself and walk from the doctor's office into the waiting room, where his son was waiting.
"Well son, we Irish celebrate when things are good, and we celebrate when things don't go well. In this case, things aren't so well. I have the cancer. Let's head to the pub and have a few pints."
After 3 or 4 pints the two were feeling a little less somber..There were some laughs and some more beers. They were eventually approached by some of O'Malley's friends, who were curious as to what the two were celebrating.
O'Malley told them they were drinking to his impending end. He told his friends, "I have been diagnosed with the AIDS."
The friends gave O'Malley their condolences, and they had a couple of more beers. After the friends left, O'Malley's son leaned over and whispered his confusion.
"Dad, I thought you told me that you were dying of cancer, and you just told your friends that you were dying of AIDS!"
The doctor sighed and looked O'Malley in the eye and said, "I've some bad news for you. You have cancer, and it can't be cured. You'd best put your affairs in order.
O'Malley was shocked but being a solid character, he managed to compose himself and walk from the doctor's office into the waiting room, where his son was waiting.
"Well son, we Irish celebrate when things are good, and we celebrate when things don't go well. In this case, things aren't so well. I have the cancer. Let's head to the pub and have a few pints."
After 3 or 4 pints the two were feeling a little less somber..There were some laughs and some more beers. They were eventually approached by some of O'Malley's friends, who were curious as to what the two were celebrating.
O'Malley told them they were drinking to his impending end. He told his friends, "I have been diagnosed with the AIDS."
The friends gave O'Malley their condolences, and they had a couple of more beers. After the friends left, O'Malley's son leaned over and whispered his confusion.
"Dad, I thought you told me that you were dying of cancer, and you just told your friends that you were dying of AIDS!"
O'Malley said, "I don't want any of them sleeping with your Mother after I am gone."
fredag 7 maj 2010
lördag 3 oktober 2009
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