So I was unloading groceries today and NoFu approached. We got to kibbitzing. I happened to mention that I call my home "Shamrock Inches" and told him why. He seemed, as usual, unconcerned since, like all happy-go-lucky narcissists, though he was nice enough about it, it had absolutely nothing to do with him.
I figured I'd whip up a quick little "photoshopped" version of a sign I'd pop out front if I ever got 'round to painting it on a chunk of wood or something. Yeah, like I'd place that Pride Flag on there in this neighborhood. I just got done watching "Holocaust" so I know how it all starts. I'll go ahead and stay on the ambiguous side of things with the gun-tottin' villagers for now, thank you very much.
Nevertheless, Happy 7th, Shammy! And may the wind be up yer ass before the devil knows you're gone... is that what the Irish say? How the fuck do I know.
BTW: The symbols on the sign are anchors for my Rhode Island heritage, Fleur de Lis for my French Canadian (and New Orleans) heritage, and the smiling atoms are my atheism.