Troll post, but of course they’re not. I’m an Irish descendant. I’ve got red hair (no freckles so I’m a day-walker) and I hate the taste of alcohol. I have one hell of a temper enough as it is.
lol ireland’s got a population of 100 million, four million of which have ever been to ireland.
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14 years ago
What’s wrong with Irish stereotypes. They’re like one of the most flattering ones out there. If I had red hair I’d be the perfect Irish stereotype. I could eat nothing but potatoes and I’d consume distilled sugar through any orifice in my body. Lucky charms are on my list of foods I need to try before I die but I thought they’re an American product.
i am Irish and I approve of this post.
Also, what self respecting Irish person doesn’t know how to beat their wife with potatos? It’s taught from birth!
Whiskey from clothing, FTW?
At first I thought this was Tiki’s Google search suggestions.
This is recest. Not all Irish er like that.
Troll post, but of course they’re not. I’m an Irish descendant. I’ve got red hair (no freckles so I’m a day-walker) and I hate the taste of alcohol. I have one hell of a temper enough as it is.
Well fyi, not all trolls are like that either…
lol ireland’s got a population of 100 million, four million of which have ever been to ireland.
What’s wrong with Irish stereotypes. They’re like one of the most flattering ones out there. If I had red hair I’d be the perfect Irish stereotype. I could eat nothing but potatoes and I’d consume distilled sugar through any orifice in my body. Lucky charms are on my list of foods I need to try before I die but I thought they’re an American product.
i am Irish and I approve of this post.
Also, what self respecting Irish person doesn’t know how to beat their wife with potatos? It’s taught from birth!
This.
Also. I beat myself with a bag of potatoes because my husband is on deployment.
That’s right you’d better. If he finds out you haven’t taken your daily beating…
I had an Irish girlfriend who used to beat me with a bag o potatoes… Yeah I know, I’m a weakling…