I'm cooking up some Irish stew for the wife, myself, and one of our Black Irish friends (heh heh) and we're gonna watch the new DVD of The Commitments.
I was debating the PC'ness of calling you Black Irish. Glad you did it for me O'Nyxelle...
The First Mr. Noddy came with a Black Irish, rabid Catholic mother-in-law. From now until the end of time I will look at any disaster on any holiday and think, "At least I'm not spending the day with Graycie and her bottle."
She died at the age of 99 and the only reason she lasted all those years was that the devil wouldn't have her in hell.
Sláinte Onyx.
I hope you had a great day.
My mother's black irish, she's got the temperment of the war horse you've described. Yikes!
at work that I'm "black Irish" - I don't think anyone's buy'n it tho.... 
stinkers 
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