tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4599250923004765238.post7241038364711459992..comments2023-06-07T09:08:12.499-07:00Comments on Naked Philosophy: "Yes, I'm American"Model Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15511237597397389267noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4599250923004765238.post-28976379372592484272009-01-18T08:40:00.000-08:002009-01-18T08:40:00.000-08:00Oh christ.hahahahhaaOh christ.<br><br>hahahahhaaModel Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15511237597397389267noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4599250923004765238.post-44115320454236907822009-01-17T18:48:00.000-08:002009-01-17T18:48:00.000-08:00You're making me want to get my passport!Next ...You're making me want to get my passport!<br><br>Next time you're in an Irish pub (in Ireland) ask them for some Poitín (pronounced more like "potcheen"). It's something you're generally not going to find back home. It's basically Irish moonshine, legal now, but over 90% ABV so go easy!<br><br>And if there is a band playing, you've got to get them to play "The Hills of Connemara" while you imbibe the original Mountain Dew.<br><br><i>Gather up the pots and the old tin cans<br>The mash, the corn, the barley and the bran.<br>Run like the devil from the excise man<br>Keep the smoke from rising, Barney.<br><br>Keep your eyes well peeled today<br>The excise men are on their way<br>Searching for the mountain tay<br>In the hills of Connemara.<br><br>Swinging to the left, swinging to the right<br>The excise men will dance all night<br>Drinkin' up the tay till the broad daylight<br>In the hills of Connemara.<br><br>A gallon for the butcher and a quart for John<br>And a bottle for poor old Father Tom<br>Just to help the poor old dear along<br>In the hills of Connemara.<br><br>Stand your ground, for it's too late<br>The excise men are at the gate.<br>Glory be to Paddy, but they're drinkin' it straight<br>In the hills of Connemara.</i>viridarihttp://viridari.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.com