12,000 Shamrocks
 

12,000 SHAMROCKS
TO CELEBRATE
WILDIRISH
REACHING 12,000 POSTS!

Congrat's ya' ol' son-of-a-gun!!!

Way to go!

PINTS OF GUINNESS ALL AROUND (On WI's tab of course :))

and 12,000 "thanks for putting up with my nonsense"'s right back atcha DB!

Thank you!

CONGRATS!!! Way to post! :)

Grats sexy

Dang your so special you get two threads announcing your Pixie addiction. :D

TinglingTess,

He's worth it! :)

Public apology ... I didn't see your thread, jseal, so set this one up. You're right he's worth it ... I just goofed. :bang:

Congrats WI!

Congrats!!

Hope theres many more to come! :)

A milestone for sure....Congrats

Oh WI...your so baaaaaaaad!!!!!!!

Congrats!!!

Here's your present ...
 

I didn't know how to post the new car ... so got you these instead:

THE CONFESSION

As soon as she had finished convent school, a bright young girl named Lena shook the dust of Ireland off her shoes and made her way to New York where before long, she became a successful performer in show business. Eventually she returned to her home town for a visit and on a Saturday night went to confession in the church, which she had always attended as a child. In the confessional irish father Sullivan recognized her and began asking her about her work. She explained that she was an acrobatic dancer, and he wanted to know what that meant. She said she would be happy to show him the kind of thing she did on stage. She stepped out of the confessional and within sight of irish father Sullivan, she went into a series of cartwheels, leaping splits, handsprings and backflips.

Kneeling near the confessional, waiting their turn, were two middle-aged ladies. They witnessed Lena's acrobatics with wide eyes, and one said to the other: "Will you just look at the penance irish father Sullivan is givin' out this night, and me without me bloomers on!" :yikes:

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WHAT AN IRISH PRIEST

One fine sunny morning, the irish priest took a walk in the local forest. He had been walking by the small stream when he noticed a sad, sad looking frog sitting on a toadstool.

"What's wrong with you?" said the irish priest.

"Well," said the frog, "the reason I am so sad on this fine day is because I wasn't always a frog."

"Really!" said the irish priest. "Can you explain!"

"Once upon a time I was an 11 year old Choir boy at the local church. I too was walking through this forest when I was confronted by the wicked witch of the forest. 'Let me pass!' I yelled, but to no avail. She called me a cheeky little boy and with a flash of her wand, turned me into this frog you see before you."

"That's an incredible story" said the irish priest. "Is there no way of reversing this spell that the witch has cast upon you?."

"Yes" said the frog, "It is said, that if a nice kind person would pick me up, take me home, give me food & Warmth and with a good nights sleep would wake up a boy once again."

"Today's your lucky day!" said the irish priest, and picked up the frog and took him home. The irish priest gave the frog lots of food, placed him by the fire and at bedtime put the frog on the pillow beside him. When the irish priest awoke, he saw the 11-year-old Choirboy beside him in bed,

"And that, my lord, is the case for the Defense....... " :eek: