Dragon Laffs #1532

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Guess what?

Today is Sunday!  The day AFTER the last issue was published!  I know, right!  I’m trying to get an early and reasonable start on next weeks issue…which is this weeks issue that you are reading now, but for my now, it’s next week’s…..oh nevermind!  We’re not going through THAT again!

Anyway, guess what else?

Today is National Corn Dog Day! 

“Life isn’t fair.  A fair’s a place where you eat corn dogs and ride the Ferris wheel.” – Jennifer Brown

According to Wikipedia:

National Corndog Day is a celebration concerning basketball, the corn dog (A corn dog is usually a hot dog sausage coated in a thick layer of cornmeal batter), Tater Tots, and American beer that occurs in March of every year on the first Saturday of the NCAA Men’s Division I Basketball Championship.

There’s a little more, so if you’re interested, you can go here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Corndog_Day  and read the rest.  I did find one other little bit about corndogs that I thought was interesting.  This comes from the Days Of The Year website:

History of Corn Dog Day
Corn Dogs ultimately find their heritage in the sausage makers of Germany, and by extension those who immigrated to Texas. While we can’t for a minute understand why anyone would want to move to a state so well-known for being unbearably hot, we have to be glad they did! The German Texans apparently weren’t finding their sausages well received, and it’s said that they innovated and dipped it in a delicious breading and fried it. The first record of the corn dog we have is in 1927, when a patent was submitted to the US Patent Office.

Oh, one other thing, before we get on with the laffs, take another look at today’s header and it will give you a hint as to what else to expect in today’s issue.  So, from here…

lets laugh


Two Irish mothers, Kate and Lorna were talking about their sons.

Kate says, ‘My Patrick is such a saint. He works hard, doesn’t smoke, and he hasn’t so much as looked at a woman in over two years.’

Lorna responds, ‘Well, my Francis is a saint himself. Not only hasn’t he not looked at a woman in over three years, but he hasn’t touched a drop of liquor in all that time.’

‘My word,’ says Kate, ‘You must be so proud.’

‘I am,’ announces Lorna, ‘And when he’s paroled next month, I’m going to throw him a big party.’

This is interesting and scary…


Well, it’s Monday.  Mrs. Dragon and I spent a long afternoon yesterday at her Father’s house celebrating St. Patrick’s Day.  Her dad is F.B.I.  (Full Blooded Irish) and St. Patrick’s Day is a very important day in their family.  But, when we get together, usually on the Sunday closest to the holiday, it’s pretty much just a social event.  No alcohol, which is a disappointment to some of us, but it is what it is.

Today is also…. drum roll please …. National Alien Abduction Day! 

Exciting, I know, right!

Wikipedia has this to say:

Extraterrestrial Abductions Day (also called Alien Abduction Day) is a new festivity observed on March 20. Its origins are unclear, though it seems it was popularized since the 2008 Alien Abduction Day festival in Toronto.[1]

The celebrations take multiple forms, from those who watch the skies expecting or wishing to be abducted by an alien life form, or watching movies about UFOs and aliens.

Wow.  Now this is one topic I have very little experience with.  I know that Lethal has a cousin who’s pretending to be a Martian.  I believe his name is Marvin.  But, I’m sure, when the time is right, he’ll happily fill us in.

I did find this poster, which comes from Toronto in 2008.

Although the event is over, there is some really “good” information on the website listed on the paper for those of you who are interested in Extraterrestrial Abduction and how the day is/was celebrated.


dragon pics


Some of the scenarios we run in training are pretty damn realistic.  GREAT fun!


I’ve told you before about some of the cool stuff that I study and work with at my human job.  Found some old footage of part of that that I just had to share.  Thanks to Kim Komando for the video.

This is an air burst explosion and we watch as the fireball actually touches the earth.

Operation Teapot was a series of fourteen nuclear test explosions conducted at the Nevada Test Site in the first half of 1955. It was preceded by Operation Castle, and followed by Operation Wigwam. Wigwam was, administratively, a part of Teapot, but it is usually treated as a class of its own. The aims of the operation were to establish military tactics for ground forces on a nuclear battlefield and to improve the nuclear weapons used for strategic delivery.

They got to blow a lot of stuff up.


I think I need to be a little more specific when I check into hotels.

Okay, this refrigerator has more cool stuff than mine does!  I want this one!

I had no idea that Frigidaire was backed by General Motors!  Isn’t that neat.

And here’s one from K2 that he says is especially for my golfing dad…

There was a man named John who got a new job. His fellow employees always met for a round of golf every Saturday. They asked John to meet them at 10:00 Saturday morning.
John replied that he would love to meet them, but he may be 10 minutes late.
On Saturday morning, John was there at exactly 10:00. He golfed right-handed and won the round.
Next Saturday rolls around, and John says that he will be there, but he may be 10 minutes late again.
He shows up right on time, golfs left-handed, and wins the round. This continues for the next few weeks, with John always saying that he may be 10 minutes late, and then always winning the round golfing, either left- or right-handed.
The other employees are getting tired of this, and decided to ask him what the deal was. They queried, “John, every Saturday you say you may be 10 minutes late. You never are. Then you show up, you golf either right-handed or left-handed, and always WIN. What is up with that?”
John replies, “Well, I am a very superstitious kind of guy. Every Saturday when I wake up, I look over at my wife. If she is sleeping on her left side, I golf left-handed. If she is sleeping on her right side, I golf right-handed.”
“Well,” one of the employees then questioned, “what happens if she is lying on her back?”
John replied, “Then I am 10 minutes late!”



Well, let’s see…today is Wednesday and according to my calendar, today is International Goof Off Day!  You can imagine how today is celebrated, but according to all my indepth research, no one actually knows the origins of this holiday, but the idea is to go out and do something you wouldn’t ordinarily do on a work day.  Something unproductive.  Do not go to work, run errands, pay bills, do chores, instead, go visit a museum, go swimming, horseback riding, golfing. 

So what did I do?  Well…….

I worked until about noon and went to a friends funeral. 

So…yeah.  Let’s move on, shall we?



I don’t really have any funny lines or snappy dialog for this one.  Anyone out there got anything?












Yeah, I kind of agree with that last one.  Aren’t political cartoons the greatest?  So much truth wrapped up in a small package.  And you usually have to think about it just a bit to get the point.


We’ve made it to Thursday, and today is National Chip and Dip Day.  Well, we don’t have to go to great lengths to figure out what to do today, now do we.  In fact…tomorrow is National Chocolate covered raisins day and Saturday…the day you are probably reading this, is Pecan Day.   Now, I’m going to go out on a limb and say that today, I’m supposed to go home and eat chips and dip, tomorrow is the day for Raisinets and Saturday was put together by the American Pecan Association.  Now, it just so happens that I LOVE a good Pecan Pie. And the fact of the matter is, I don’t think I’ve ever met a Pecan Pie that wasn’t a GOOD Pecan Pie.  For instance, this image:

comes to us from Pillsbury.com.  Is there anyone out there who doubts how delicious that would taste?  No, I didn’t think so.

Anyway, I’m pretty sure it’s time to move on…


 Well, it’s now Saturday morning at 1:33 a.m.  Yesterday, Friday, was Mrs. Dragon’s Birthday and it was a busy, busy day.  After being married for almost 22 years finding a “birthday present” has become problematic or just saying “go get yourself something that you like.” 

Because I’ve tried jewelry, clothes, etc and have just about always failed miserably.  So, this year I succeeded with a homerun.  Her day started with a 4 hour “vacation day” at the spa.  1 hour massage, facial, manicure and pedicure. 

Then it was a new iPhone (she’s been asking for a new phone since hers was dying) she didn’t want a 7, for obvious reasons, and ended up with an iPhone 6S Plus.  She was very happy with that. 

Then it was off to a very nice dinner and then home.  I wore her out.  She was sound asleep about 10 minutes after we walked in the door and I fell asleep in my easy chair a few minutes later. 

Needless to say, the final part of Dragon Laffs got delayed.  But, I’ll only be a few minutes late for posting.  So, let’s wrap this up.




Motivational Alligators

Motivational Beavis

Motivational Cheating

Motivational Commando Wabbits

Motivational FatCops


 Dang!  I want a neighbor I can have snow-blower-wars with!!!


Most people don’t remember that the experiment was repeated in 1999, 2000, twice in 2001 and continues on to today. 


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Leprechaun Laughs # 386 for Wednesday March 22nd 2017


After having to scramble to change my St Padrig’s Day menu  seeing as it fell on a Friday during Lent and there was no general dispensation regarding not eating meat on Friday it seemed the ‘fun’ I was experiencing since the beginning of 2017 wasn’t due to stop any time soon.

I was woken by a frantic Molly on Saturday morning to a household emergency, seems the sewer line which drains both our kitchen sinks and the ones above us was clogged someplace and what ever they were doing upstairs had resulted in both our kitchen sinks overflowing, flooding the counter and kitchen which meant the carpet in out dining room was also beginning to get wet.

With some rapid bailing out a handy window we were able to get ahead of the flooding until the maintenance folk arrived  some 45 minutes after my frantic call. As this was going on I discovered my case of eye strain was back again this time with a vengeance. This meant that after spending much of the day cleaning washing and mopping the kitchen in between people showing up to carpet shampoo the area of dining room rug which had gotten wet and suck all the water out of it that I couldn’t go to my office and continue to do my work which I’m already behind on, nor could I spend time making up an issue of Leprechaun Laughs.

This no screens restriction carried on through Sunday and up until noon today when I finally located my set of those rose colored night driving clip on glasses. While not nearly as effective as the recent yellow tint they can add to prescription glasses, by making some color changes, increasing font size, dimming my screen and taking frequent ‘eye relief breaks’ I’ve been able to get a wee bit done both on my normal work and on this issue 2 days running now.

I’m really hoping the 2017 turns around for us soon and seriously regret now listening to Molly and not making Hoppin’ John Soup for New Year’s to insure good luck for the year.

Alright time for an eye and coffee break for me lets get this rolling shall we?



This bar has a special services menu for guys only inside:


Just MAYBE Impish is right, maybe winter has gone on too long…


Iceman Viking Invaders? Definitely time for a thaw!





There’s just no appeasing some folk. After getting to see those baby photos o’ me last issue, some o’ the very same folk have been agitating to see me (Phibber McGee’s) closet as well. Since I’ll likely get no peace from the nosey Nicky and Nora’s until I show it here it is: 


Oh and I might mention there is a cat hidden in there (lower right side) as well when this was taken. How exactly she manages to get in there without actually disturbing anything or causing one of those famous avalanches is a great mystery.






Well at least it’s honest work…she could have been a lawyer!

Critter Cam 3

I’ve been threatened err… informed that is that cat photos and in particular references to the Illustrious and Rightfully Feared Ninja Kitty Clan have fallen off significantly as of late.


Let me show you the way to my only half full food dish human!


That’s Casper. He’s one of the Ninja Cat Clan’s top infiltrators and spies.


This is Screwball. Bet you can’t guess how that name was arrived at! He’s actually a specialist at Nonconventional Warfare & Tactics.


I’m confident this one is going to cost me big time, but I still couldn’t resist posting it.


Can I getz all da toona salad pez?
That’s Chauncey. He’s a “Procurement Specialist” (pronounce that ‘scrounger’)


See? TOLD YOU I was going to pay for posting that Human superiority Meme!
This is Murgatroyd he’s in the ‘wet works’ division.




My new concept and slogan for the annual pro seat belt use message contest put on by the National Institute of Safety:

“Belt Your Wife and Save Her Life”

Cliche Scene Investigators

Dats Just Cool




Dang! Out of time! I guess one of the first things I learned as a wee one is still true today:


Well I’ll just have to catch you next week when hopefully I have more time.


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Dragon Laffs #1351


It’s been a difficult week around here.  For example, today is Thursday and Mrs. Dragon had a bad night.  Well, that’s a bit of an understatement.  She had a really, really bad night and neither of us got any sleep.  So, I had to take the day off.  Which does have a silver lining, since I haven’t even started this issue until today.

You may remember Lethal’s prayer request for Diaman’s wonderful sister Jeanie on Wednesday.  Her six-year triumph over cancer came back for a rematch and Thursday she went under the knife.

Let me tell the next bit in Diaman’s own words: “Every prayer was answered…the doctor was so pleased that he found NO more cancer.  She was out of the surgery by 8:30a.m. and we just got home at 1p.m.”  That was on Thursday. 

And from Friday: “Please thank everyone for their prayers…every prayer was answered.  Yesterday was a miracle of a day…just to see the joy on the doctor’s face of the success of the surgery.  I’m doing fine taking care of what she needs.  We are just awed by all the good wishes and prayers.”

Prayers and good thoughts DO work.  From Lethal and I, thank you to each and every one of you who took the time, made the effort and passed on good wishes, blessings, prayers and lighted candles.

So, let’s go ahead and get to the laughter because I’m sure it’s more than me who needs it, I’m sure.

Let's Laugh


Everyone has their favorites, but there are a few of us who know the truth.

And anyone who’s ever spoken to Ginny or Diaman knows the truth of this next part……


And finally, all of us agree, that we are so very, very proud to have these:



Kids are great…mostly.


Dragon Pic


That look you get when someone is taking the last piece of pie.




Two Brothers, a 6 year old Lethal Leprechaun and a 4 year old Impish Dragon are raking the yard.
Lethal asks, “You know what? I think it’s about time we started learning to cuss.”
The 4 year old Dragon nods his head in approval.
The 6 year old Leprechaun continues,”When we go in for breakfast, I’m gonna say something with hell and you say something with ass.”
Impish agrees with enthusiasm.
When their mothera walks into the kitchen and asks the Leprechaun what he wants for breakfast, he replies, “Aw, hell, Mom, I guess I’ll have some Cheerios.
WHACK! He tumbles across the kitchen floor, gets up and runs upstairs crying his eyes out with his mother in hot pursuit, slapping his rear with every step.
His mom locks him in his room and shouts, “You can stay in there until I let you out!”
She then comes back downstairs, leans over and peers into the dragon’s eyes and asks with a stern voice, “And what do YOU want for breakfast, young man?”
“I don’t know,” he blubbers, “but you can bet your ass it won’t be Cheerios!”




“Ginny!  Get in the house before you get hit by lightning!”


I talked to a  homeless man this morning and asked him how he ended up this way.

He said, “Up until last month, I still had it all. I had plenty to eat, my clothes were washed and pressed, I had a roof over my head, I had TV and Internet, and I went to the gym, the pool, and the library. I was working on my MBA on-line. I had no bills and no debt. I even had full medical coverage.”

I felt sorry for him, so I asked, “What happened? Drugs? Alcohol? Divorce?”

“Oh no, nothing like that,” he said.  “No, no…. I was paroled.”


Ain’t that the truth!  When I was working as a dispatcher for the State Police, I worked part time in the county jail to help make ends meet, since the state didn’t pay its dispatchers enough money to keep a bird alive.  Here I am, scrimping and saving and counting pennies.  I have basic cable, like 14 channels and no special channels at all.  The inmates in jail?  Like 200 channels!  Makes perfect sense.


The wife’s back on the warpath again. She was up for making a sex movie   last night, and all I did was suggest we should hold auditions for her part.
I’ve accidentally swallowed some Scrabble tiles. My next crap could spell disaster.

My sister-in-law sat on my glasses and broke them. It was my own fault. I should have taken them off.
I spent a couple of hours defrosting the fridge last night, or “foreplay”   as she likes to call it.

After both suffering from depression for a while, me and the wife were going to commit suicide yesterday. But strangely enough, once she killed herself, I started to feel a lot better. So I thought, “Screw it, soldier on!”

I woke up this morning at 8, and could sense something was wrong. I got   downstairs and found the wife face down on the kitchen floor, not breathing!
I panicked. I didn’t know what to do. Then I remembered McDonald’s serves
breakfast until 11:30.

The other night, my wife asked me how many women I’d slept with. I told her, “Only you. All the others kept me awake all night!”

My missus packed my bags, and as I walked out the front door, she screamed, “I wish you a slow and painful death, you bastard!”
“Oh,” I replied, “so now you want me to stay!”

A government survey has shown that 91% of illegal immigrants come to this country so that they can see their own doctor.

I’ve just installed strobe lights in the bedroom. It makes the wife look like she’s moving during sex.











Yeah, I’m way more the top one then the bottom one.






Here There Be Truth!!!









So, I got so involved and it was so much fun, that you got more of the political cartoons then normal.  If you have any complaints, then I can send you to the dragon who is in charge of complaints, for the rest of you, you’re welcome.



My friends.  I would love to keep going with this issue, but I’ve run out of strength.  So, this is as good a place as any to stop. 

May you have a wonderful week until we meet again.


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Leprechaun Laughs for St. Patrick’s Day 2017


Cead Mile Failte Door plaque

A Hundred Thousand Welcome to the 2017 St. Padraig’s Day Issue! Now don’t be giving me the hairy eyebrow look, I’m just as shocked as you are that there is a St. Padraig’s Day Issue. Seems certain things in life will just simply refuse to be put aside regardless of your intentions to the contrary.

Now while our Parton Readers will be getting’ a full on Irish Breakie, you common lot will have ta be making due with Irish Breakfast tea, fresh hot buttered scones and bacon sammies on good soda bread. Yes, there’s a wee Baileys for your tea but lets not have a repeat o’ last year with the drinking of cups o’ Bailey’s with a wee tea in them please. Otherwise Fr. Flannigan is sure in ta be reading your name out from the pulpit this Sunday whilst simultaneously blaming me for the entire sorry affair.

Yes I’m looking straight at you Ginny. Just because it’s snowing glaciers in Jersey doesn’t mean you can run right for the Baileys don’t ya be knowin’!

Speaking o’ snowy scenes you’ll be noticing the scenery here about has changes thanks to the magical power of St Patrick’s Day. I fear however the effect may only be temporary and likely by Saturday ‘tis back to snow you’ll see.

Now be off with the like’s o’ ya now before the food and me tea gets cold.

Let's Roll 29



‘Tis one o’ these I’ll be havin’ later ta be sure!


OK now that all the opening proprieties and hospitalities have been observed, before we get to the merriment ‘tis an issue of great and serious import I have to discuss with ye.

Most of you are probably not aware the our Darlin’ Diaman has a lovely lass of a sister named Jeannie who is every bit the dear soul that Diaman is.

Six years ago Jeannie took on cancer head to head and beat it. Now it seems cancer has come back for a rematch. Round one of the return match is scheduled for tomorrow in the form of surgery.


While Prayers, Blessings, Invocations, Convocations, Lighting of Offertory Candles &  Incense, Railing at and Storming of the Heavens, Harvesting of  and Rubbing the Green off Hectares of Shamrocks & 4 Leaf Clovers, the rubbing furless of 100s of rabbits feet (both feet per rabbit with the rabbits not being harmed, only greatly inconvenienced) and  Grand Assemblies of The Ancient Order of Hibernians, the Elder Fae Folk and Elder Dragons having all been scheduled on Jeanie’s behalf I’ll take no chances for when it comes to cancer I take no prisoners.

I would personally request that each of you offer a prayer, intention, moment of silent reflection what ever is the custom of your religion or family to bolster and aid Jeannie in her time of need. It doesn’t matter if you’ve not the tongue or words for prayer, God doesn’t hear words he hears intentions and heartfelt selflessness.

Impish and I think of you all as our extended internet family and families come together to support one another in times of trouble and hardship. Well for Jeannie (and Diaman as well) that time is now.

So I’m personally asking each one of you, PLEASE take just 30 seconds out of your day to help Jeannie beat cancer again.


Thank you for your kind attention, let’s be on with the issue now so that she receives the medicinal gift of laughter as well.





BEGORRAH! Now THAT is what I call proper “the wearing o’ the green”!

Galway Girl



Some people have been wondering what I looked like as a wee one back before I became my Curmudgeonly Crabby Celtic self. Well here is your answer. Me Ma had photos of me hiding me very first pot o’ gold when I was but a wee shaver.



Sniff! Looking back now I find it hard ta believe I was ever a one pot operation!


The Jarvey was a Leprechaun – Val Doonican


Things besides St. Patty’s Day to celebrate in March


March 15- Brutus Day  Beware the Ides of March and all the betrayers out to get you!


March 16- Curlew Day Today’s the day to celebrate the long-billed bird that lives in the central and western part of North America. They probably have their own day because someone realized that no one had ever heard of them.


March 16- Lips Appreciation Day Get out there an appreciate as many pairs of lips as you can! Or don’t, kissing one person works too.


March 18- Play the Recorder Day “Hot Cross Buns” is okay on this day and on this day only.


March 20- Won’t You Be My Neighbor Day  We all wished we had really lived next to Fred Rogers when we were kids, so celebrate his birthday by remembering the beloved TV star.


March 22- National Goof-Off Day  Play hooky, go skinny-dipping, or just watch A Goofy Movie in bed. Whatever works for you.


March 23- National Tamale Day  As if you needed an excuse to dedicate yet another day to delicious Mexican food. [One of the few Mexican foods I actually like]


March 25- Pecan Day  No matter how you say it, on this day you can celebrate the fact that pecans really are all they’re cracked up to be.


March 25- Tolkien Reading Day  The Tolkien Society created this annual holiday 17 years ago, so call in sick, curl up in your favorite reading chair and start the series for the first time, or enjoy it again.


March 30- Grass is Always Browner On the Other Side of the Fence Day  Just because you think it’s better on the other side doesn’t mean it is.

[All it really means is they’re probably using a lawn service and you’re not]


Ok it wouldn’t be a holiday issue without a wee lesson about something to do with the holiday so kindly pay attention while I attempt to enlighten you.

The above stylized image is a an ancient Irish Symbol known as the Claddagh. In modern times is it most often seen or associated with friendship/betrothal or wedding rings

The Claddagh ring (Irish: fáinne Chladaigh) is a traditional Irish ring given which represents love, loyalty, and friendship (the hands represent friendship, the heart represents love, and the crown represents loyalty).

The design and customs associated with it originated in the Irish fishing village of Claddagh, located just outside the old city walls of Galway, now part of Galway City. The ring, as currently known, was first produced in the 17th century.

The Claddagh ring belongs to a group of European finger rings called “fede rings”.  The name “fede” derives from the Italian phrase mani in fede (“hands [joined] in faith” or “hands [joined] in loyalty”). These rings date from Roman times, when the gesture of clasped hands was a symbol of pledging vows, and they were used as engagement/wedding rings in medieval and Renaissance Europe.

Fede rings are distinctive in that the bezel is cut or cast to form two clasped hands that symbolize faith and trust or “plighted troth”. The Claddagh ring is a variation on the fede ring, while the hands, heart, and crown motif was used in England in the early 18th century.

Towards the end of the 20th century there was an explosion of interest in the Claddagh Ring, both as jewelry and as an icon of Irish identity. In recent years it has been embellished with interlace designs and combined with other Celtic and Irish symbols, but this is a very recent phenomenon that corresponds with the worldwide expansion in popularity of the Claddagh ring as an emblem of Irish identity.

Galway has produced Claddagh rings continuously since at least 1700, but the name “Claddagh ring” was not used before the 1830s.

As an example of a maker, Bartholomew Fallon was a 17th-century Irish goldsmith, based in Galway, who made Claddagh rings until circa 1700. His name first appears in the will of one Dominick Martin, also a jeweler, dated 26 January 1676, in which Martin willed Fallon some of his tools. Fallon continued working as a goldsmith until 1700. His are among the oldest surviving examples of the Claddagh ring, in many cases bearing his signature.

There are many legends about the origins of the ring, particularly concerning Richard Joyce, a silversmith from Galway circa 1700, who is said to have invented the Claddagh design as we know it.  Legend has it that Joyce was captured and enslaved by Algerian Corsairs around 1675 while on a passage to the West Indies; he was sold into slavery to a Moorish goldsmith who taught him the craft.[11] King William III sent an ambassador to Algeria to demand the release of any and all British subjects who were enslaved in that country, which at the time would have included Richard Joyce. After fourteen years, Joyce was released and returned to Galway and brought along with him the ring he had fashioned while in captivity: what we’ve come to know as the Claddagh. He gave the ring to his sweetheart, married, and became a goldsmith with “considerable success”. His initials are in one of the earliest surviving Claddagh rings but there are three other rings also made around that time, bearing the mark of goldsmith Thomas Meade.

The Victorian antiquarian Sir William Jones described the Claddagh, and gives Chambers’ Book of Days as the source, in his book Finger Ring Lore. Jones says:

The clasped hands [style ring]… are… still the fashion, and in constant use in [the]… community [of] Claddugh [sic] at [County] Galway…. [They] rarely [intermarry] with others than their own people.

An account written in 1906 by William Dillon, a Galway jeweler, claimed that the “Claddagh” ring was worn in the Aran Isles,  Connemara and beyond. Knowledge of the ring and its customs spread within the British Isles during the Victorian period, and this is when its name became established.  Galway jewelers began to market it beyond the local area in the 19th century.  Further recognition came in the 20th century.

The Claddagh’s distinctive design features two hands clasping a heart and usually surmounted by a crown. These elements symbolize the qualities of love (the heart), friendship (the hands), and loyalty (the crown). A “Fenian” Claddagh ring, without a crown, is a slightly different take on the design but has not achieved the level of popularity of the crowned version.  Claddagh rings are relatively popular among the Irish and those of Irish heritage, such as Irish Americans, as cultural symbols and as friendship, engagement and wedding rings.

While Claddagh rings are sometimes used as friendship rings, they are most commonly used as engagement and wedding rings. Mothers sometimes give these rings to daughters when they come of age. There are several mottos and wishes associated with the ring, such as: “Let love and friendship reign.” In Ireland, the United States, Canada, and other parts of the Irish diaspora, the Claddagh is sometimes handed down mother-to-eldest daughter or grandmother-to-granddaughter.

According to Irish author Colin Murphy, a Claddagh ring was worn with the intention of conveying the wearer’s relationship status:

  1. On the right hand with the point of the heart toward the fingertips: the wearer is single and may be looking for love.
  2. On the right hand with the point of the heart toward the wrist: the wearer is in a relationship.
  3. On the left hand with the point of the heart toward the fingertips: the wearer is engaged.
  4. On the left hand with the point of the heart toward the wrist: the wearer is married.

There are other localized variations and oral traditions, involving the hand and the finger on which the Claddagh is worn. Folklore about the ring is relatively recent, not ancient, with “very little native Irish writing about the ring”. Hence, the difficulty today in finding any source that describes or explains the traditional ways of wearing the ring.


Danny Boy (Instrumental) – Eric Clapton





And now you see why we do!


[“Kiss me I’m Irish” in Gaelic] or maybe you’d prefer this:




It’s also the reason behind this claim about the Almighty…


I received the following e-mail from Reader (and recipe critic/lover) Ginny:

Got this email from a friend….thought you would get a kick out of it……

Here’s a true Irish story I told Lo & John the other day.  April brought home cupcakes the other day all decorated in green & I said, “Oh, St. Patrick’s Day cupcakes”.

No. The package was labeled, Shamrock Celebration Cupcakes. Guess St Patrick’s is not PC anymore. 

Well I say:



Wolfe Tones – Wearing Of The Green

“The Wearing of the Green” is an anonymously-penned Irish street ballad dating to 1798. The context of the song is the repression around the time of the Irish Rebellion of 1798. Wearing a shamrock in the “caubeen” (hat) was a sign of rebellion and green was the color of the Society of the United Irishmen, a republican revolutionary organization. During the period, displaying revolutionary insignia was made punishable by hanging.


O Paddy dear, an’ did ye hear the news that’s goin’ round?
The shamrock is by law forbid to grow on Irish ground;
St. Patrick’s Day no more we’ll keep, his colour can’t be seen,
For there’s a bloody law against the wearin’ o’ the Green.

O I met with Napper Tandy, and he took me by the hand
And he asked ‘How’s poor old Ireland, and how does she stand?’
She’s the most distressful country this world has yet to see
For they’re hangin’ men and women there for wearin’ o’ the green

And if the colour we must wear is England’s cruel red,
Will serve to remind us of all the blood that she has shed,
So take the shamrock from your hat and cast it in the sod,
But never fear, ’twill take root there, though under foot ’tis trod

When law can stop the blades of grass from growin’ as they grow,
And when the leaves in summer time, their colours dare not show,
Then I too will change the colour I wear in my caubeen,
But ’till that day, praise God, I’ll stick to wearin’ o’ the green.

There won’t be any of this sort of  pansy ass liberal Politically Correct Censorship/Repression bloody nonsense on MY watch I can ASSURE you!


Rising of the Moon-Clancy Brothers & Tommy Makem

Chicago PBS special, July 1962

The ‘Guinness Castle’ in Ireland is on the market


Here’s one high-roller way to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day: Snatch up the castle that beer bought.

The historic “Guinness Beer Castle” — dubbed that because Guinness Beer heiress was once gifted the home. The formal title of the estate is actually “Luggala,” and dates back to 1787. Ernest Guinness bought the property, located just outside of Dublin, in 1937 and gave it to his daughter, Oonagh. 

It sits on 5,000 acres of land and includes roughly 19,099 square feet of living space.


“With its low-lying crenellated roofline, the whitewashed structure makes a striking statement against the dark-wooded backdrop. Leaning toward Gothic style, it is awash with little battlements, crochets, trefoil and quatrefoil windows and ogee mantelpieces throughout,” Real Estate Deals reports. “Structures on the property include the main house with seven bedrooms, dining room, large entrance hall, three main reception rooms and library, a four-bedroom guest house and another 17 bedrooms between seven lodges and cottages within the estate.”


In Robert O’Byrne’s book, “Luggala Days: The Story of a Guinness House,” it’s described as “the most decorative honey pot in Ireland. The text also offers salacious details of the parties thrown at the property.

The price tag on this impressive parcel? About 28 million euros, or about $29.5 million.

I’m trying to convenience Molly ta move back to the Uld Sod with me so I can buy it. So far the Luck o’ the Irish isn’t proving enough ta get her ta be leaving her family behind.

Take Me back to Ireland Mary Prendergast


Reader Ginny o’ the Weak Knees sent us this helpful chart for all you non-Irish ta figure out your Leprechaun named for the day.

Leprechaun Name

Seems that hers comes out to ‘Grouchy McNoodles’, while Diaman’s is ‘Dreamy O’Gratin’ and Impish becomes ‘Itchy O’Goofy’ for the day.

Fortunately I am a Leprechaun so I still remain “Lethal Leprechaun”.

If you’re of the opinion we Leprechaun’s made this entire thing up just to have a goodly laugh at you once a year drunken Irishman’s expense…you’re a whole lot smarter (and probably more sober) than we gave ya credit for!






“Tis the partin o’ our ways we’ve come ta, so I’ll be wishin’  ya’  ‘Good Night and Joy Be to You All’.

Éirinn go Brách!


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Dragon Laffs #1530


A couple of announcements this morning.  2b

You may be wondering why the background is still winter snow on the blog when it’s March already.  Well,  mostly because, as I’m looking out the window, we are having flurries right now, and unless the forecast changes, we’re going to have a winter storm warning on Monday!  So yes, although I’m very sick and tired of winter, it seems as though it is still here.

Now, I may not be the brightest dragon on the block, but that damn groundhog’s six-week prediction expires on Friday, March 17th!  … Something else is happening on that day, too….hmmm….I’m not sure, but I think our own dear Lethal Leprechaun will probably tell us a little bit about that on Wednesday.

This next announcement is a bit of bad news….and I’m really sorry.  Tonight, when  you go to bed, you’re going to lose an hour’s sleep because it’s daylight savings time…again.  Daylightsavingstime1Officially, at 0100 hours Sunday morning, through the benefit of modern magic, it becomes 0200 hours.  Why in the world are we still doing this nonsense?Daylightsavingstime4

Anyway, I’m sorry I had to give you that bad news, but ….there it is.  Now, let’s get to the laughter…

let's laugh


This next one is from Papa Dragon Most Senior (we’ve got to come up with a shorter name for him) and it’s the perfect American solution.

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In Florida, Muslims request BEACH BAN “BIKINIS” DURING RAMADAN.



There we go again – Bowing to the Muslim wishes again!

Very elegant solution!

An ancient green leprechaun came into the Doctor’s office and complained of being tired. The Doctor asked if he’d done anything unusual lately.
Lethal Mr. Leprechaun said, “Well, Wednesday night I picked up a 20-year-old secretary, went back to her place, and nailed her 3 times. Thursday, I met a 19-year-old waitress at the diner and we went out to Lover’s Rock and made love 4 times. Friday, I went out with an 18-year-old friend of my granddaughter’s and we ended up making it in the back of my Ford. Saturday I was lured into a motel by 17-year-old twins…”
The Doctor said, “That’s absolutely astonishing. But with all the dangers of sex these days, I hope you took proper precautions.”
“Of course,” the green one replied, “I gave ’em all phony names…”   Official Disclaimer: No particular Leprechaun, implied or named, was the focus of the above story.   2599

When I was a real youngster, the kid who had this in his backyard was the luckiest kid in the neighborhood and all the parents knew exactly where their kids were.



“Well hey baby, you come to this beach often?”

I found this next one really interesting…


Here are some really awesome Great Truths.  Send in by my dad.  I’m sure you’ve heard some, most or even all of these before, but the nature of Great Truths, is that they are forever worth repeating.

1. In my many years I have come to a conclusion that one useless man is a shame, two is a law firm, and three or more is a congress.  
John Adams
2. If you don’t read the newspaper you are uninformed,
if you do read the newspaper you are  misinformed.
Mark Twain
3. Suppose you were an idiot.
And  suppose you were a member of  Congress.
But then I repeat  myself.
Mark Twain
4. I contend that for a nation to try to tax itself into prosperity is like a man standing in a bucket and trying to lift himself up by the handle.
Winston Churchill
5. A government which robs Peter to pay Paul can always depend on the support of Paul.
George  Bernard Shaw
6. A liberal is someone who feels a great debt to his fellow man, which debt he proposes to pay off with your money.
G. Gordon  Liddy
7. Giving money and power to government is like giving whiskey and car keys to teenage boys.  
P.J. O’Rourke,Civil Libertarian
8. Government’s view of the economy could be summed up in a few short phrases:
If it  moves, tax it.
If it keeps  moving, regulate it.
And if it  stops moving, subsidize it.  
Ronald Reagan(1986)

9. I don’t make jokes.  I just watch the government and report the  facts.
Will Rogers
10. If you think health care is expensive now, wait until you see what it costs when it’s free!  
P. J. O’Rourke
11. No man’s life, liberty, or property is safe while the legislature is in session.  
Mark Twain(1866)

12. Talk is cheap, except when Congress does it.
13. The inherent vice of capitalism is the unequal sharing of the blessings. The inherent blessing of socialism is the equal sharing of misery.
— Winston Churchill
14. The only difference between a tax man and a taxidermist is that the taxidermist leaves the skin.  
Mark Twain

15. There is no distinctly Native American criminal class, save Congress.
Mark Twain
16. What this country needs are more unemployed politicians  
Edward Langley
Artist (1928-1995)

17. A government big enough to give you everything you want, is strong enough to take everything  you have.
Thomas Jefferson
And again, more truisms that, at times, need to be repeated for people to remember.
1. You cannot legislate the poor into prosperity, by legislating the wealthy
out of prosperity.
2. What one person receives without working for, another person must work for without receiving.
3. The government cannot give to anybody anything that the government does not first take from somebody else.
4. You cannot multiply wealth by dividing it.
5. When half of the people get the idea that they do not have to work, because the other half is going to take care of them, and when the other half gets the idea that it does no good to work, because somebody else is going to get what they work for, that is the  beginning of the end of any nation!




“The name is Bond…Jane Bond.”

I bought some shoes from a drug dealer.  I don’t know what he laced them with, but I’ve been tripping all day.


I told my girlfriend she drew her eyebrows too high.  She seemed surprised.



I’ve seen that guy around…a lot!

I have the heart of a lion!  (And a lifetime ban from the San Diego Zoo.)


This one is for my brother Lethal:

Why did Star Wars episodes 4, 5 and 6 come before 1, 2, and 3?

Because in charge of scheduling, Yoda was.














Sometimes I tuck my knees into my chest and lean forward.

That’s just how I roll.

(I know, that was pretty awful)  (I’m done now)



A man and a woman who had never met before, but who were both married to other people, found themselves assigned to the same sleeping room on a transcontinental train.

Though initially embarrassed and uneasy over sharing a room, they were both very tired and fell asleep quickly, he in the upper berth and she in the lower. 

At 1:00 AM, the man leaned down and gently woke the woman saying, ‘Ma’am, I’m sorry to bother you, but would you be willing to reach into the closet to get me a second blanket? I’m awfully cold.’ 

‘I have a better idea,’ she replied in a sultry tone, ‘Just for tonight, let’s pretend that we’re married’.

‘Wow! That’s a great idea!’ he exclaimed.

‘Good,’ she replied, ‘Get your own fucking blanket!’ 

After a moment of silence, he farted.


This is truly amazing!  And very fitting that it happened in Indianapolis, the basketball capital of the world!  Hoosier Hysteria breaks out everywhere!

Central Christian Academy’s Josh Clanton sinks a full court shot to win a High School play off game against Indianapolis Arlington.


I put the thingamabob inside the whatchamacallit, turned the doohickey and the wuteveritis still doesn’t work!
Any ideas?









Yeah, me too Fido, but we don’t have much choice any more.

In the swim-meet, after the blond came in last competing in the breast stroke,  she complained to the judges that all the other girls were using their arms.


(In case you can’t tell, that little smilie is performing a “rim-shot”…you know … ta-dum, dum, dum!)


I love this one.  I had no idea I was a pet person until later in life and this is so darn true.

Dear Cats & Dogs:

When I say to move, it means to go someplace else, not to switch positions with each other so there are still two of you in the way.
The dishes with the paw print are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.

Tcat3he stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn’t help because I fall faster than you can run.

I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry about this.  Do nothappy dog think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort. Cats and dogs actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary tocute dog and cat sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.

For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom.  If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, and try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years–canine or feline attendance is not mandatory.

Tdog face littlehe proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other cat or dog’s butt. I cannot stress this enough!

To pacify you I have posted the following message on our front door.

Rules for Non-Pet Owners Who Visit and Like to Complain About Our Pets:

1. They live here. You don’t.

2. If you don’t want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. (That’s why they call it “fur”niture.)

3. I like my pets a lot better than most people.

4. To you, it’s an animal. To me, he/she is an adopted son/daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn’t speak clearly.
Puppy shocked
Dogs and cats are easier  than kids…they eat less, don’t ask for money all the time, are easier to train, usually come when called, never drive your car, don’t hang out with drug-using friends, don’t smoke or drink, don’t worry about having to buy the latest fashions, don’t wear your clothes, and don’t need a gazillion dollars for college–and,you get them spayed and or neutered and if and accident happens and they get pregnant, you can sell the children.




Mother in law visits

mother's day

Mother's Love





We’ve heard colleagues referring to people with “Guts”,  or with “Balls”. Do they, however, know the difference between them?
Here’s the official distinction; straight from the British Medical Journal: Volume 323; page 295.
GUTS – It is arriving home late, after a night out with the lads, being met by your wife with a broom, and having the “Guts”  too ask: “Are you still cleaning, or are you flying somewhere?”
BALLS – It is coming home late after a night out with the lads, smelling of perfume and beer, lipstick on your collar, slapping your wife on the bum and having the “Balls” to say:  ‘You’re next, Chubby.’
I trust this clears up any confusion.
Medically speaking, there is no difference in outcome; both are fatal…







Last Word

And finally, today’s Last Word is more of a Last Reminder and it’s brought to you by Lethal Leprechaun…


US daylight savings time means spring ahead 1 hour

WASHINGTON >> It’s time to change time again. Daylight saving time returns this weekend in the United States.

The short-term pain: Lose an hour of sleep Saturday night. The long-term gain: Enjoy more evening light in the months ahead, when the weather warms and you want to be outdoors.

Advance your clocks by 60 minutes before tucking in, so you’re not caught off-guard Sunday morning. For most of the U.S., the change officially starts Sunday at 2 a.m. local time.

You may want to install fresh batteries in smoke detectors and radios, and repeat that when standard time returns Nov. 5.

No time change is observed in Hawaii, most of Arizona, Puerto Rico, the Virgin Islands, American Samoa, Guam and the Northern Marianas.


Cheers Impish

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