Kurn
JUB Addict
what kind of inspection anel i hope just say the word and i'll be on my knees
Well, um...you on your knees? I'm sure I can manage that. I think I've done stranger inspection-postures.
You see, to be truly Irish there has to be a sweetness like cream from a cow that's been eating clover in bloom for weeks.
It must be intoxicating like catching the sea-wind in your lungs after its having rushed its way blowin' to meet you from across the width of the green-glow of Erin.
Just a hint of deep-serious-playfulness like the taste of Bushmills or maybe sometimes Guinness; something only encountered with a real Irishman.
A true Irishman always stands up fine to cloying poetic sentiments; might even contribute during the inspection process. He can be impatient at times, but it's worth it.









