I believe I'm suffering from Irish Alzheimers - I've forgotten everything except the grudges!!!!!!
The Town I Loved So Well
(Performed by The Dubliners)
Derry City, Ireland
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A Sunny Sunday Stroll in March 2007
Arbour Hill Cemetery -
Burial site of the leaders of the
1916 Easter Rising
Connolly's execution site
Kilmainhaim Gaol
Painting by Grace Gifford
in her cell at Kilmainham
Kilmainham Chapel where Grace Gifford and
Joseph Mary Plunkett were married
the night before he was executed
The Irish Shrine
Lemmon Street
Dues
Are
Due!!!
Sunday, Bloody Sunday --- U2
Omagh --- The Donegal X-Press
A Gaelic Anti-war Song
by
Eric Bogle
a Scotsman living in Australia
(sung by
The Furey Brothers)
  And then there was RIVERDANCE

Eurovision Song Contest - 1994, Dublin
Riverdance
Thunderstorm
Riverdance - Welcome to Ireland
Finale
The Story of Grace
Memorial to "The Big Fellow"
Sam's Cross, Co. Cork,
last stop before Beal na Blath
Mixed Marriage
Irish Style
York Model
Railway
Centre
Achill Island - They forgot the center stripe!
Paddy was in the subway late at night and saw a sign: "Dogs must be carried on the escalator."  Paddy exclaimed:  "And where the fook am I going to find a dog at this hour of the night?"
Two English businessmen in London were sitting down for a break in their soon-to-be new store. As yet, the store wasn't ready, with only a few shelves set up. One said to the other, "I bet any minute now some idiot tourist is going to walk by, put his face to the window, and ask what we're selling." No sooner were the words out of his mouth when, sure enough, a curious Irishman walked to the window, had a peek, and in a thick Irish accent asked  "What might ye be sellin' here?" One of the men replied sarcastically, "We're selling assholes." Without skipping a beat, the Irishman said, "You are doing well ... only two left!"
Irish Burial at Sea.

Mick and Paddy had promised their Uncle Seamus who had been a seafaring gent all his life, to bury him at sea when he died.

Of course, in due time, he did pass away and the boys kept their promise.

They set off with Uncle Seamus all stitched up in a burial bag and loaded onto their rowboat.

After a while Mick says, 'Do yer tink dis is fer enuff out, Paddy?'
 
Paddy slips over the side only to find himself standing in water up to his knees. 'Dis'll never do, Mick. Let's row some more.'
 
After a bit more rowing Paddy slips over the side again but the water is only up to his belly, so they row on.

Again Mick asks Paddy, 'Do yer tink dis is fer enuff out Paddy?'
 
Once again Paddy slips over the side and almost immediately says, 'No dis'll neva do.' The water was only up to his chest.

So on they row and row and row and finally Paddy slips over the side and disappears.

Quite a bit of time goes by and poor Mick is really getting himself into a state.
 
Suddenly Paddy breaks the surface gasping for breath.

'Well is it deep enuff yet, Paddy?''

'Aye it 'tis, hand me dat shovel.'


Paddy was working at the fish plant in Cork when he accidentally cut off all 10 of his fingers. He went to the emergency room in Cork's hospital. The doctor looked at Paddy and said, 'Lets be havin' da fingers and I'll see what oi can do'. Paddy said, 'Oi haven't got da fingers.' 'Whadda ya mean you haven't got da fingers? Lord Tunderin' Jesus, it's 2008! We's got microsurgery and all kinds of incredible techniques. I could have put dem back on and made you like new! Why didn't ya bring da fingers?!?' And Paddy said, 'How da fook was I 'spose to pick dem up?'
Easter Rising - 1916
The Foggy Dew
Division 5 Members
Archbishop Edwin F. O'Brien &
William Cardinal Keeler
THE IRISH DIESEL FITTER

Paddy and Mick were both laid off, so they went to the unemployment
office. When asked his occupation, Paddy answered, "Knicker Stitcher. I sew da
elastic onto ladies' knickers and thongs."

The clerk looked up Knicker Stitcher on his computer and, finding it
classified as unskilled labour, he gave him 80 dollars a week
unemployment pay.

Mick was next in and when asked his occupation replied, "Diesel Fitter."

Since a diesel fitter was a skilled job, the clerk gave Mick 160 dollars
a week.

When Paddy found out he was furious. He stormed back into the office to
find out why his friend and co-worker was collecting double his pay.

The clerk explained, "Knicker Stitchers are unskilled labour and Diesel
Fitters are skilled labour."

"What skill?" yelled Paddy. "I sew da elastic on da knickers and thongs,
then Mick puts 'em over his head and says: 'Yep, diesel fitter."

Once upon a time in the kingdom of Heaven God went missing for seven days. Eventually, Michael the Archangel found him. He enquired of God "Where were you?"

God breathed a deep sigh of satisfaction and proudly pointed downwards through the clouds. "Look son, look what I'm after making."

Archangel Michael looked puzzled and said "What is it?"

God replied "It's another planet, but I'm after putting Life on it. I've named it Earth and there's going to be a balance between everything on it. For example, there's North America and South America. North America is going to be rich and South America will be poor, and the narrow bit joining them will be a hot spot. Now look over here I've put a continent of whites in the North and another one of blacks in the South."

Then the Archangel said "What's that green dot there?"

"Ahhh, that's the Emerald Isle," God said, "that's a very special place. That's going to be the most glorious spot on Earth, beautiful mountains, lakes, rivers, streams and exquisite coastline. These people here are going to be great craic and they're going to be found travelling the world. They'll be playwrights and poets, singers and songwriters And I'm going to give them his black liquid, which they're going to go mad on, and for which people will come from the far corners of the Earth to drink."

Michael the Archangel gasped in wonder and admiration, then seemingly startled, he said, "Hold on a second, what about BALANCE, you said there was going to be balance..?"

God replied wisely, "Wait until you see the wankers I'm putting next door to them!"

An
Irish
Blessing
The Burren, Co. Clare
Charlie Kerins
as always with
a smile, a story and a song
AOH 5 2009 Pool Party, Otterbein Swim Club
The Clancy Bros.
w/Tommy Makem
-------
Johnson's Motor Car
William Bloat
March Medley
The Patriot Game
The Parting Glass
More from
Robbie O'Connell
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Some Humor:
Dear Boss
Sr. Josephine
&
The Sad Beauty
of
Kilkelly
The Oirish
take on
the US
Navy
Gaelic Sobriety Test
Killary Harbour, Co. Mayo, Ireland's Only Fjord
The Fields of Athenry performed by Brendan Pelan
Part of the same group
in 2008!
Has this organization gone
to hell or what?
A Fine Soft Day - March 15, 2009
This Outfit Can Get Wet Inside and Out at the Drop of a Pint!
  Some Rebel Stuff:
Join the British Army!
The Teddy Bear's Head
The Wolfe Tones
Stavros
Flatley
Leaving Home Once More
by
O'Malley's March
Kilmainham Gaol
Hear the Wind Blow
Arranged, adapted and sung by Sinead Fahey (age 8)
Forty Shades of Green
by the guy who wrote it
SURPRISE!
The Blackthorn Bar
Draperstown, Co. Derry
Hide & Seek, Adare, Co. Limerick
Entrance to Newgrange, Co. Meath
Beara Peninsula, Co. Kerry
Nate & John Fixing The World OR
More Probably Discussing Their Next Pint
A Scottish Solder in full dress uniform marches into a chemist's.

Very carefully he opens his sporran and pulls out a neatly folded cotton bandana, unfolds it to reveal a smaller silk square handkerchief, which he also unfolds to reveal a condom.

The condom has a number of patches on it.

The chemist holds it up and eyes it critically.

“How much to repair it?” the Scot asks the chemist.

“Six pence,” says the chemist.

“How much for a new one?”

“Ten pence,”says the chemist.

The Scot painstakingly folds the condom into the silk square handkerchief and the cotton bandana, replaces it carefully in his sporran and marches out of the door, shoulders back and kilt swinging.

A moment or two later the chemist hears a great shout go up outside, followed by an even greater shout.

The Scottish soldier marches back into the chemists and addresses the proprietor, this time with a grin on his face.

“The regiment has taken a vote,” he says.

“We’ll have a new one.”

A Russian and an Irish wrestler were set to square off for the Olympic gold medal. Before the final match, the Irish wrestler's trainer came to him and said 'Now, don't forget all the research we've done on this Russian. He's never lost a match because of this 'pretzel' hold he has. Whatever you do, do not let him get you in that hold! If he does, you're finished.' The Irishman nodded in acknowledgment. As the match started, the Irishman and the Russian circled each other several times, looking for an opening. All of a sudden, the Russian lunged forward, grabbing the Irishman and wrapping him up in the dreaded pretzel hold. A sigh of disappointment arose from the crowd and the trainer buried his face in his hands, for he knew all was lost. He couldn't watch the inevitable happen. Suddenly, there was a long, high-pitched scream, then a cheer from the crowd and the trainer raised his eyes just in time to watch the Russian go flying up in the air. His back hit the mat with a thud and the Irishman collapsed on top of him, making the pin and winning the match. The trainer was astounded. When he finally got his wrestler alone, he asked 'How did you ever get out of that hold? No one has ever done it before!' The wrestler answered 'Well, I was ready to give up when he got me in that hold but at the last moment, I opened my eyes and saw this pair of testicles right in front of my face. I had nothing to lose so with my last ounce of strength, I stretched out my neck and bit those babies just as hard as I could.' The trainer exclaimed 'That's what finished him off?' 'Not really. You'd be amazed how strong you get when you bite your own nuts.'
The Man From God Knows Where - Phil Coulter
Catholicism
Bryan Hannan with the hurley
presented by FFAI
Division 5's
Summer Home
State Convention
1908 - OC, MD
Dan Layden at
Arlington National Cemetery