Happy Paddy's Day my arse

This afternoon, after a poxy cold wet icy morning, I eventually venture out into the aftermath of last night's ICE STORM to go shopping. I have to endure OIRISH music in the supermarket and stupid drunk people with shamrocks painted on their cheeks saying 'top of the morning' to each other. I have to endure the racist taunts of the wanker wearing the union jack jacket in the Liquor Store. I have to endure Blockbusters on a Saturday afternoon which has NO MOVIES I WANT TO SEE.

And then I finally get home and check the news and find out that we've lost the Six Nations Championship by a whisker, a mere three points.

Again.

WHAT DO WE HAVE TO EFFING DO TO WIN THE EFFING SIX NATIONS CHAMPIONSHIP?

WHAT?

We're the second best team on the planet and we still can't effing win the poxy six nations championship. In a single season, we cannot beat England, Scotland, Wales, France and Italy.

WHY?

Those perfidious French BASTARDS stole our six nations championship away from us again!!!

By scraping a victory against us a few weeks ago, they edged to the top of the table today. And beat us by three points!

BUT THAT'S NOT WHY!

France had to beat Scotland by twenty four points or more to win the Championship.

So Scotland let them win by twenty seven points.

Just to be on the safe side.

THAT'S REALLY WHY!!

Our so-called Celtic cousins, forever more to be known in my house as wee skanky traitors , helped them.

IT WAS ST. PATRICK'S DAY, you miserable sheep farming bastards...! Could you not kick the effing ball straight for once in your wee lives?

Accent Monkey's over there for the weekend, I hope she's giving people a piece of her mind!