you got something green on your bike...

[dash]

for st. patrick's day? :D :D :D

[dirtdigger88]

does a green bike count

jason

[davids]

This guy (http://forums.thepaceline.net/showpost.php?p=326571&postcount=1) does.

[Kevan]

the beater is sporting Rasta Salsa QR's with emerald green nuts.

I'll be drinking green Red Stripe.

[LH2]

for st. patrick's day? :D :D :D

Well my MTB has green King h/s & hubs. In fact, I bought them on sale because it was St. Patricks day 2003!

Always after me lucky charms!

[BoulderGeek]

Heh..."emerald green nuts..."

That's one way to get into the spirit of St. Patty's. Don't let the bar patrons see them, though! ;)

[Ozz]

Heh..."emerald green nuts..." ;)
reminds me of a truly off-color joke:

What's green and eats nuts?

[sspielman]

It's green for the Catholics, but ORANGE for the protestants

[IXXI]

...and Jameson for the Catholics, Bushmills for the Protestants.

I'll take the Midleton, one ice cube.

[Ozz]

It's green for the Catholics, but ORANGE for the protestants

Oh, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen.
My father, he was Orange and me mother, she was green.

My father was an Ulster man, proud Protestant was he.
My mother was a Catholic girl. From county Cork was she.
They were married in two churches, lived happily enough,
Until the day that I was born. Then, things got rather tough.

Baptized by Father Reilly, I was rushed away by car,
To be made a little Orangeman, my father's shining star.
I was christened "David Anthony," but still, inspite of that,
To my father, I was William, while my mother called me Pat.

With Mother every Sunday, to Mass I'd proudly stroll.
Then after that, the Orange lodge would try to save my soul.
For both sides tried to claim me, but i was smart because
I'd play the flute or play the harp, depending where I was.

One day my Ma's relations came round to visit me.
Just as my father's kinfolk were all sitting down to tea.
We tried to smooth things over, but they all began to fight.
And me, being strictly neutral, I bashed everyone in sight.

My parents never could agree about my type of school.
My learning was all done at home, that's why I'm such a fool.
They've both passed on, God rest 'em, but left me caught between
That awful color problem of the Orange and the Green.

Oh, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen.
My father, he was Orange and me mother, she was green.

[victoryfactory]

nm

[djg]

...and Jameson for the Catholics, Bushmills for the Protestants.

I'll take the Midleton, one ice cube.

Does that mean that I hafta drink Slivovitz? Mebbe I could swap in some Mouton Rothschild instead?

[Elefantino]

Team Ireland socks!

[Kevan]

Heh..."emerald green nuts..."

That's one way to get into the spirit of St. Patty's. Don't let the bar patrons see them, though! ;)

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