Just a bit of fun for the Saturday afternoon, while all of the cool and fun people are having good times and beerz at The Kansas City Irish Fest . . . Our TKC bloggy community can share their fun online without having to endure the tragically filthy port-a-potties.
To wit . . .
ENJOY ALL OF THE DRUNKEN KANSAS CITY IRISH FEST TWEETS!!!
Take a peek . . .
#kcirishfest Tweets
Lots of good and goofy stuff that should be fun all afternoon, of course we took the profanity filters off and I can only hope a few hottie flashing pix might show up if only because we want Irish Fest to move away from its family friendly roots and just admit that a great many patrons are attracted to the event in order to get their FULL ST. PADDY'S DAY DRUNK ON but still have a half a year to wait till March.
More in a bit . . .
good times. Don't be a a douche.
ReplyDeleteSomething CKitizens excel at. getting drunk.
ReplyDeleteWhen does the rioting and looting and shooting start?
ReplyDeleteAsk Ferguson 3:30
ReplyDeleteMother of harlots, and all the abominations of the earth.
ReplyDeleteParents are in town for the holiday visiting their hipster spawns also.
ReplyDeleteDad: Son. Well, we wanted you to hear it from us in person: we’re cutting you off. The check we just gave you will cover you for six months.
Son: But, Buh…
Mom: Dear, not six months like you’re used to, with a $3,000 apartment and those $8 soy lattes. Six months in a share, drinking regular coffee. If you want nicer than that, you’ll have to find a job.
Son: I have a job.
Dad: Son, playing a washboard in this pretend band thing is not a job. It’s how you avoid a job.
Son: Buh, but …
Mom: Son. It’s our fault, too. We enabled this delusional state of yours for way, way too long. College is over. Start a business, find a job, or go back to school on your own dime. Those student loans cannot be discharged in bankruptcy, either.
Dad: Kiddo, a lot of your friends are out there earning a living. And, yes, some of them are miserable. They went to college and, frankly, people like me, who won’t leave our jobs and open up some space for the young, are keeping them trapped slinging cafe au laits and running registers at Target and such. You’ve pissed through about $75,000 of our money so far on this three-year bender of yours, and it stops today.
Mom: If you want to move back home, well, that’s okay. But there will be rules. You will be required to pay rent, do chores, stick to a curfew.
Son: Buh, buh, buh I’m not a little kid.
Mom and Dad: Yes. You are. Look at you. You look like you got dressed during a sugar high. That mustache is ridiculous. You aren’t DOING anything with your life except pissing it away. And we won’t help you do that anymore.
Ha! I love those "failing hipster" dialogues.
ReplyDeleteI wonder if the author is the old "tallow on the hoof" guy?
Shelter #7 at Shawnee Mission Park would be a great TKC meetup site. Be nice to put a face with "cum guy" and self-loather.
It's Blarney!!!
ReplyDeleteCaleb!
ReplyDeleteIs that you?
Those hooligans sure know how to party!
ReplyDeleteThe only thing worse than KC's phony "Irish" culture is its fake ass Italians.
ReplyDeleteAnyone in a real city with actual ethnic people would laugh at this kind of dress up make believe bullshit "culture".
Know why the Irish drink?
ReplyDeleteGives them something to do while they're gettin' drunk.
If we had sent real Irish to Ferguson the police to civilian ethnic ratio would not be and issue.
ReplyDeleteI signed the new TDD petition being circulated at Irish fest.
ReplyDeleteThree expatriates are drinking in a KC City bar.
ReplyDelete"As good as this is," said the Scotsman, "I still prefer the pubs back home. In Glasgow, there's a wee place called McTavish's. The landlord goes out of his way for the locals. When you buy four drinks, he'll buy the fifth.
"Well, Angus," said the Englishman, "at my local pub in London, the Red Lion, the barman will buy you your third drink after you buy the first two."
"Ahhh, dat's nothin'," said the Irishman, "back home in my favorite pub, the moment you set foot in the place, they'll buy you a drink, then another, all the drinks you like, actually. Then, when you've had enough drinks, they'll take you upstairs and see dat you gets laid, all on the house!"
The Englishman and Scotsman were suspicious of the claims.
The Irishman swore every word was true.
"Did this actually happen to you?" they asked.
"No not meself, personally, no," admitted the Irishman,
"but it did happen to me sister quite a few times."
Wait till the Banditos show up....the shit will hit
ReplyDeletethe fucking fan.....