I will not ask you to be cruel or unfair.
I would never ask you to bleach your dog’s hair.
I would not tell you ” Hey, you can’t sit there!”
(I wouldn’t say that ’cause it’s just not my chair.)
Never would I ask to eat chicken served rare.
(Unless perhaps on a double-dog dare!)
What I AM asking you ’cause I feel you won’t care
Please, oh please, won’t you please HOLD MY BEAR?
Until next week!
Mark @ TeeGravy
(Please read with a terribly fake Irish accent.)
Top of the mornin’.
My name is Patrick.
I am a leprechaun by birth and an ad man by trade. You give me an idea and I will turn it into a pot o’ gold.
I like me whiskey and I am rather fond of the lasses.
Some of me colleagues are into their three martini lunches & whatnot. (I guess whatever shakes your shamrocks.)
I’ve nothing much to say so I shall leave you with this…
My pockets are heavy, my heart is light, good luck has followed me each morning and night.
Or some shit like that.
Erin go Bragh, Bra.
And for the love of Pete, could you keep it down? I’m trying to drink.