Lol Good one, Mears.
My family is originally from County Cork and places in between.
God love the Irish.
My Godfather was named Vitali and he and my Dad would kid each other. “You Micks don’t know …..” etc. “”You Dagos.....”.
We had an old Irish Aunt who wouldn’t miss Lawrence Welk and especially his St Patrick programs.
An Irish housewife was sick to death of her husband’s drinking & staggering in drunk at all hours. So she made herself up to be the spitting image of the old Devil himself, complete with luminous painted face, to try & scare him straight.
Around three a.m. the husband awoke to see himself confronted by the frightful phantasm. He blurted, “A-a-a-nd who might you be!!?”
The wife said, “Yer sins have damned ye unto Hell!! I am the Old Nick and I’ve come to carry you AWAY!!!”
At that the husband cheerfully got up, walked around and took the `devil’ by the arm and said, “Aweel, aweel! Leave us be going then, shall we? I am married to your sister!”
;^)
Was in County Cork yesterday, visiting Midleton and the Jameson distillery.
Lovely country, lovely people.