Friday, March 8, 2013


The Dating Game......


First date: You get to kiss her goodnight.
Second date: You get to grope all over and make out a bit.
Third date: You get to have sex but only when she wants to and only in the missionary position.


First Date: You both get blind drunk and have sex.
Second Date: You both get blind drunk and have sex.
20th Anniversary: You both get blind drunk and have sex.


First Date: You take her to a play and an expensive restaurant.
Second Date: You meet her parents and her Mom makes spaghetti & meatballs.
Third Date: You have sex, she wants to marry you & insists on a 3-carat ring.
5th Anniversary: You already have 5 kids together & hate the thought of having sex.
6th Anniversary: You find yourself a Mistress.


First date: You get to buy her an expensive dinner but nothing happens.
Second date: You buy her an even more expensive dinner. Nothing happens again.
Third date: You don't even get to the third date and you realize nothing is ever going to happen.


First date: Meet her parents.
Second date: Set the date of the wedding.
Third date: Wedding night.


First Date: You get to buy her a real expensive dinner.
Second Date: You get to buy her and her girlfriends a real expensive dinner.
Third Date: You get to pay her rent.
Tenth Date: She's pregnant by someone else.


First Date: You buy her an expensive dinner, get drunk on Tequila, and have sex in the back of her car.
Second Date: She's pregnant.
Third Date: She moves in. One week later, her mother, father, her two sisters, her brother, all of their kids, her grandma, her sister's boyfriend and his three kids move in and you live on rice and beans for the rest of your life in your home that used to be nice, but now looks like a home along the Tijuana strip.


First Date: You spend all your money to impress her.
Second Date: You take a loan to keep the image.
Third Date: You're broke, she finds someone wealthier.


First Date: Mother, Father, Brothers, Sisters, Cousins, Aunts, Uncles, Friends and entire Arab community finds out.
Second Date: You are shot dead in the street and your balls are fed to the goats.
No third date!

The point?

Don't you just love Irish women?


Don't Mess With London Cabbies...

A devout Arab Muslim entered a black cab in London. He curtly asked the cabbie to turn off the radio because as decreed by his religious teaching, he must not listen to music because in the time of the prophet there was no music, especially Western music which is the music of the infidel. The cab driver politely switched off the radio, stopped the cab and opened the door. The Arab Muslim asked him, "What are you doing? "The cabbie answered, "In the time of the prophet there were no taxis, so fuck off and wait for a camel."

h/t to coolchange

Thanks and Welcome... I Have Been a Bit Remiss...

 I would like to take a moment to thank and to welcome all the new followers and
 commenters. THANKS!

I had taken some time away from The Feral Irishman during the past few months and have just recently gotten back to posting more of my mundane sophmoronic stuff I find whilst surfing the webz.

Welcome to you and please scroll around through the archives. There are lots of posts.

All the best, Irish. 

Sad... ain't it??

This is over on MADDMEDICS blog.. check out all the other pictures for Facebook Friday.

LMAO!! Hitler Reacts To Blog Hits....

Go over to BROKENPATRIOT and see if you can

 count all the blog names he drops in this

farkin funny Hitler parody!!

The Eagle is Gone......

The Eagle Is Gone!The skunk has replaced the Eagle as the new symbol of the American Presidency.
It is half black, half white, and everything it does stinks.

OMG>.. IT Snowed Out Here... This is a common reaction...

Sunrise Picture

this is from APOD

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

♫♫ John Barleycorn Must Die.....♫♫

The Robot Bartender....

This guy goes into a bar in Louisiana where there's a robot tending the bar.
The robot says, "What will you have?"
The guy says, "Whiskey."
The robot brings back his drink and says to the man, "What's your IQ?"
The guy says," 168." The robot then proceeds to talk about physics, space
exploration and current medical technology.

The guy leaves, . . . but, he is curious . . . So he goes back into the
bar. The robot bartender says, "What will you have?"
The guy says, "Whiskey."
Again, the robot brings the man his drink and says, "What's
your IQ?"
The guy says, "100." The robot then starts to talk about Budweiser, the Saints,
the Washington Redskins and the Oakland Raiders.

The guy leaves, but finds it very interesting, so he decides to try it one more time.
He goes back into the bar. The robot says, "What will you have?"
The guy says, "Whiskey," and the robot brings him his
whiskey. The robot then says, "What's your IQ?"
The guy says, "Uh...........'bout 50."

The robot leans in real close and says, "Sooooo, . . . You people
still happy with Obama?"

Friggen Show Off.......

Tough Guy MIke....

Walking into the bar, Mike said to Charlie the bartender, 'Pour me a stiff one - just had another fight with the little woman.' 

'Oh yeah?' said Charlie, 'And how did this one end?'

'When it was over,' Mike replied, 'She came to me on her hands and knees.'

'Really,' said Charles, 'Now that's a switch! What did she say?' 

She said, 'Come out from under the bed, you little chicken shit.'

Bum-r of a day here... grey clouds, rain, sleet and snow.....

dashis journal

Help Your Children Adjust To The New Amerika...

I'd Like To Take A Moment To Console Penn, Glover, Stone..


Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Michael staggered home very late

Michael staggered home very late after another evening with his drinking buddy, Paddy. He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife, Kathleen. 

He tiptoed as quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to their upstairs bedroom, but misjudged the bottom step. As he caught himself by grabbing the banister, his body swung around and he landed heavily on his rump. A whiskey bottle in each back pocket broke and made the landing especially painful. 

Managing not to yell, Michael sprung up, pulled down his pants, and looked in the hall mirror to see that his butt cheeks were cut and bleeding. He managed to quietly find a full box of Band-Aids and began putting a Band-Aid as best he could on each place he saw blood.

He then hid the now almost empty Band-Aid box and shuffled and stumbled his way to bed. 

In the morning, Michael woke up with searing pain in both his head and butt and Kathleen staring at him from across the room. 

She said, 'You were drunk again last night, weren't you?'

Michael said, 'Why would you say such a mean thing, me darlin'?

'Well,' Kathleen said, 'It could be the open front door, it could be the broken glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the drops of blood trailing through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes, but mostly ....... it's all those Band-Aids stuck on the hall mirror.
h/t to chickenmom 

I Would Be Nervous Too If That Boat Was Gonna Crash Into The Beach... .....

Afternoon LMAO!...someone that works at this market is teh funneh

Damn Katz....

...this picture says it all.......

This WTF???? Post Was Inspired By....

This POST by Uncle Jay.... See if you can caption any of these.

The Fcukin Niggerians Have Moved To Japan..!!

Greetings from Tokyo,
I am sorry to encroach into your privacy in this manner, I found you listed in
the Trade Centre Chambers of Commerce directory here in Japan, I find it
pleasurable to offer you my partnership in business, I only pray at this time
that your address is still valid. I want to solicit your attention to receive
money on my behalf.
The purpose of my contacting you is because my status would not permit me to do
this alone. When you reply this message, I will send you the full details
and more information about myself and the funds. If interested, please reply to
my personal Email : (deleted)
Mr. Akio Utsumi
Senior Financial Officer (SFO),
Bank of Tokyo Mitsubishi, Japan.

Happy Cinco de March-o.....

Insomnia Web Surfing...Check Out The Comments

So I'm wide awake at 3am reading the Drudgereport when I come across an article about

a second sinkhole in Tampa.  Go READ the comments. Something tells me a lot of people

are getting fed up with what's going on in this country.

Monday, March 4, 2013

Monday Night.... Let's Play Dress Up..

My Kinda Soup.....

Excellent short speech by an ex secret service agent about the realities of gun control. "We live in a society of wolves. You do not fight back by creating more sheep!"

Disney Struggling with Politically Correct Movie Production.....

Disney's new film titled "Jet Black", the non-racist version of "Snow
White", has been put on hold.

Apparently all 7 of the dwarfs: Dealer, Stealer, Mugger, Car Jack,
Drive By, Pimp and Wog, have refused to sing "Hi-Ho".

They also say they have no intention of "Going off to work".

Childhood..... Lost......

Another Local 3rd Generation Manufacturer Gone......

This is that description on the ABOUT page:

The year 2009 marks the 59th anniversary of Barett & Gould, Inc., a third generation family-owned and operated business. Located in a modern 45,000 sq. ft. facility in Hillsboro, NH, the company's history can be traced to Lynn, MA, in the 1930's. Louis Barett, a Russian immigrant, started a manufacturing business on the first floor of his home. His oldest daughter, Ethel, married Howard Gould and formed a partnership that represents the foundation for the business today.



I Didn't Realize The Feral Irishman Was That Important ....

I had an interesting email request this morning from a fellow blogger:


Can you remove me from your bloglist? I'm getting various government folks stopping by on my blog.... I don't really plan to resume blogging as it isn't fun for me anymore. I had (XYZ Blogger) remove me from his and the DEE H SSSS just quit coming by anymore. sorta outta site outta mind I guess.

Seems like our tax dollars are being used to see what we are doing.

I hope they enjoy the patriotic boobies that I post:

Grand Canyon.... Snow......