Did You Know. . .

. . .that I'm part Irish and part Polish?

Yeah. I get drunk and act stupid.


Ba-dum-bum.


It's funny 'cause it's true.

Comments

  1. jenApril 4, 2007 at 6:37 PM

    i so want to hang out w/ you.

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  2. binkytownApril 4, 2007 at 7:11 PM

    Did you hear about the Polish man that locked his keys in his car?

    He had to use a coat hanger to get his family out.

    Im polish! Don't anyone get mad!

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  3. LaurenApril 4, 2007 at 8:20 PM

    A Polish man was suffering from constipation, so his doctor prescribed suppositories. A week later the Pole complained to the doctor that they didn't produce the desired results.

    "Have you been taking them regularly?" the doctor asked.

    "What do you think I've been doing," the Pole said, "Shoving them up my ass?"

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  4. slouching momApril 5, 2007 at 4:21 AM

    What jen said.

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  5. AndreaApril 5, 2007 at 6:18 AM

    So I'm putting in a request for some drunk blogging. Is funny.

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  6. MicheleApril 5, 2007 at 6:32 AM

    Irish/Pole here too. Drunk and stupid too. But not now. Which is unfortunate.

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  7. Mrs. ChickyApril 5, 2007 at 6:33 AM

    Now you've got me wondering what you would write if I left a bottle of tequila on your doorstep.

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  8. Redneck MommyApril 5, 2007 at 7:00 AM

    Binky, we have to meet.

    Think of the fun we would have. I'm Polish too.

    My grandpappy was an alcoholic german pole.

    Know what that means?

    He was a mean stupid drunk.

    Snicker.

    Sad, but unfortunately very true.

    However, I'm just a happy stupid drunk. Who has inappropriate frisky tendencies while drinking...

    Why don't you scooch a little closer?

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  9. Mrs. ChickenApril 5, 2007 at 7:43 AM

    You've inspired me to post a joke today! :)

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  10. AmyApril 5, 2007 at 8:22 AM

    It is hilarious because its true!

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  11. JeneApril 5, 2007 at 10:34 AM

    yes, and yes. :-)

    and me too!

    what's even funnier - i'm dating a ukrainian at the moment - so we drink a lot of vodka - i have some fun stories to share with you soon!

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