Irish....

…. dreams can be dazzling things… windows to the psyche, mirrors of our deepest desires, and occasionally, well, the proverbial peep into the dark closet of our deepest fears…..

… last night, boys and girls, I had me some fitful nightmares.. chased by thundering clouds of angry bumblebees, pursued by Zombies, circled by sharks as I bobbed in the waves, it was unbelievably horrible…. So much so that I actually got up and did a sweep through the house with the trusty .45 before daybreak….

… my goodness, what a night…. and this morning?.... crisp, cool weather…. Sunshine and cloudless skies….. and the day is pregnant with the promise of an Irish Car-bomb over lunch at Ruby Tuesday’s…. and shrimp…. And steak….

… and so, with that, I am off, friends…… and even though there isn’t a single Irish bone in my body, I wish you all a great St. Patrick’s day…. and remember, Guinness is good for you……

… oh, and I have to give props to my ole buddy, Walrilla…. his knowledge of Terminator II is pretty damn impressive…. and I hereby bow to his superior sci-fi geekdom… however, I am still calling bullshit on that scene where the pasty-skinned Alien gets ground up into little bitty hunks of Alien and dispersed thinly across outer space…. I'll stick by my thought that it would be impossible to plead to Momma when your innards have been sucked out…..

by Eric on March 17, 2007 | Bullshit (0) | TrackBack (0) | Ummm, Ok....
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