Posted on 03/17/2002 3:56:33 AM PST by Hillary's Lovely Legs
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Saint Patrick was born in 387 A.D. in Britain as Maewyn Succat. His father Calphurnius was a Roman official. Saint Patrick was kidnapped at age 16 and sold into slavery in Ireland, according to his autobiography .He escaped by boat to Britain after six years of captivity and traveled to St. Martin's monastery in Tours, France, where he studied under Saint Germain of Auxerre and became a priest. In 431 A.D. Pope Celestine I named him Patricius and sent him on a mission to Ireland. In 432 A.D he arrived in Ireland and successfully converted the island from Druidism (pron. DREW-id-ism) to the Christian faith. He wrote The Confession defending his life of service and also wrote A Letter to Coroticus attacking slavery and denouncing British King Coroticus for kidnapping and enslaving his converts. These works are the only documents to have survived the fall of Rome and are in the Bibliothèque National in Paris. (12) Saint Patrick became primatial bishop in 455 A.D. at Ard Macha, a hill away from Emain Macha (pron. EV-n MA-ha), seat of the Ulster (pron. ULL-stir) Kings. Saint Patrick died on March 17th 461 A.D. The date of his death is disputed between March 8th and March 9th, so they were added together.Today Saint Patrick is revered by many christian denominations and he is the official saint of the Church of Ireland. Many people go to sacred wells, mountains, and placenames in his honor throughout the year. (3, 5, 26)
Here's to absent friends and here's twice to absent enemies.
Here's to the light heart and the heavy hand.
Thirst is a shameless disease so here's to a shameful cure.
Here's to a wet night and a dry morning.
May we always have a clean shirt, a clean conscience, and a bob in the pocket.
May you be across Heaven's threshold before the old boy knows you're dead.
A man that can't laugh at himself should be given a mirror.
A man takes a drink; the drink takes a drink; the drink takes the man.
A narrow neck keeps the bottle from being emptied in one swig.
Morning is the time to pity the sober. The way they're feeling then is the best they're going to feel all day.
You can lead the horse to the well, but you can't make him drink.
Better the coldness of a friend than the sweetness of an enemy.
Be nice to them on the way up. You might meet them all on the way down.
If a man fools me once, shame on him. If he fools me twice, shame on me.
Let your anger set the sun and not rise again with it.
And HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO HILLARY'S LOVELY LEGS!!!!!!!!!!!
Da Knees = YIKES!
Gina Lolobrigida = YIKES!
Liz Taylor and Monkey Boy Jackson = Double YIKES!!
What a completely scary group. Do ya'll suppose their human? I'm going back to check their foreheads. I think they're aliens.
NOW I'M LONGING TO ADOPT FOUR CHILDREN, SAYS LIZA: Newly-weds Liza Minnelli and David Gest have revealed they are to adopt four children in the autumn, the SUNDAY EXPRESS of London is reporting... MORE...
That's all there was. God help those children. At least they'll have dolls to play with.
March 17, 2002 -- Dear Liza vows and wows 'em THE Wedding, The Wedding, The Wedding!!!
First, the good news. Fourth-time bride Liza wore Bob Mackie's virginal low-cut, off-the-shoulder, white, beaded gown. The train extended longer than some Vegas odds say this union will. [how come we never got to see the dress?!]
The train was personally schlepped by co-matron of honor Marisa Berenson, who wore a backless Gianfranco Ferre.
Hairdresser John Barrett, whispering into my ear so low you'd think he was slipping me bin Laden's unlisted cave number, said, "Liza was going to wear a headdress, but we decided against it."
He told me not to say he said this. I'm not sure which part I wasn't supposed to say.
The headdress, I'm told, clashed with her earrings. And David advised against it.
Now the bad news. The 5-o'clock-sharp wedding saw Michael Jackson and Elizabeth arrive promptly at 5:15. Michael did not get the bridal bouquet. I don't know who did, as my vision was obscured by Gina Lollobrigida's wig.
Michael wore a black, beaded cocktail suit with a giant glittering broach.
"So is it diamonds or rhinestones?" I ask.
"Oh, it's both," he said. Yeah, lotsa luck.
Donald Trump was in the balcony. Alan Cummings, upper-left balcony. Sir Anthony Hopkins was in the orchestra near Celeste Holm. Rosie O'Donnell in red cupped the fourth row.
Janet Leigh, in false eyelashes, asked everyone if they had a jar of Vaseline. She found some and schmeared it on her lips. "I'm so dry," she said.
At rehearsal, Mia Farrow kept reading a novel called "Abandonment." [LOL!!]
Freda Payne, in false eyelashes and real emerald earrings, said: "The usher told me to enter the church ‘stage right.' Stage right? This is a church." [LOLOL!!]
Oh there's more, just click on the link at the top.
Maybe that was Liza's hand me down headdress. lol
Did anyone send her a copy of Elizabeth Post? When you are 56 and it's your 4th wedding, and you are marring a man who waxes his eyebrows and has a Shirley Temple Doll Collection, well, you don't wear white with a train.
Jacko was sucking on Lizabeth's toes, she just forgot her shoes in the car. EEeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwww!
Oh, here's a good story on the Bloviating Baldwin...
All Fired Up Over Blowhard Baldwin heheheheehe, it's a good one!
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