I’m a scotch/Irish, green-eyed strawberry blonde.
You meanie. Gotta be rooted in truth to be funny.
My daddy taught me early I had to laugh at myself first then you can laugh at the mud people. LOL
Bingo. This is why the easiest people to ridicule are the secular humanists. Like human beings are the top of the food chain, and gods all on their own.
“I’m a scotch/Irish, green-eyed strawberry blonde.”
That’s hot.
As in headed.
No seriously, how many husbands are buried in the backyard? Nothing like the temper of an red-headed Irish wife. Buy the Italian wife something nice, and you can get away with almost anything.
Like a burning matchstick. The fire has to be completely out, no more smoke, and cool to the touch.
Then its like nothing ever happened.
This is why Irish husbands stay drunk - after three days, you wake up, pick up your teeth, and go on about your business. Your ribs have had a chance to knit, and you can almost breathe without it hurting too much.