Here's hefting a pint o' Guinness and a shot o' Jameson's to you on this fine Friday ev'nin'! I'll pass on the blessing I received earlier: "May your blessings outnumber the shamrocks that grow and any troubles avoid you no matter where you go." Slainte!
The Ranger --- [Our] butchers used to say the only thing on an animal they couldn't recycle was the squeal of a pig and the moo of a cow. strider, afb, 10/Jul/2005
