Happy St. Pattys Day

I don't know about you, but Uncle D. is sick and tired of hearing about Charlie Sheen.
What a mess of an individual this guy is! Go away Charlie, go away! I wonder if this guy is Irish? Did you hear about the Irish guy who would jump across fifty naked women
at the pub, to get to one pint of his favorite suds?, or was it fifty naked guys jumpin
over one scantily clad Colleen to get a jigger of Bushmill? I don't know, but I think
you get my point. Too all you crazy Irishmen a toast:
Health and long life to you.
Land without rent to you.
A child every year to you.
And if you can't go to heaven,
May you at least die in Ireland.
It must of been an Irishmen who wrote,"Do you think the hokey pokey is what its all
about?"
I'd like to think it was an Irishman who wrote,"God wants spiritual fruit, not religious
nuts."
If I was from Ireland, I'd be writing to you as Uncle Danny, you know what I mean?
Too Ra Loo Ra Loo Ra, Too Ra Loo Ra Ly
Too Ra Loo Ra Loo Ra, Hush Now Don't You Cry!
Over In Kilearney, Many Years Ago,
My Mither Sang A Song Too Me In Tones So Sweet And Low......

Aye!
Uncle D

Five more good movies for ya;
Bugsy
At The Sinatra Club
Billy Bathgate
The King of New York
Prizzis Honor