...after arising I took a bracing shower with Irish Spring (it's manly, yes, but I like it, too), waxed my shilelagh then quickly donned my work clothes, and skipped downstairs for a hearty breakfast consisting of a bowl of Lucky Charms and corned beef and cabbage doused with a splash of Wild Irish Rose.
Upon arrival at work, I started the day by hurling potatoes randomly at coworkers, which led then to a rousing brawl, after which I was escorted from the building and taken away by Irish limousine.
I have to say I think all of this makes a lie of the stereotype of the Irish as lazy.
Posted by Terry Oglesby at March 17, 2006 08:47 AM