Russian Leprechauns?
Here's a funny story with a great idea attached to it. These three amigos (i.e. "Gomers" if you don't speak Spanish) I am acquainted with are traveling together in Ireland. Anyway, apparently Ireland is absolutely lousy with Russians, fighting morosely in the streets, yelling fatefully at tourists in the pubs, fornicating grimly in the cathedrals, answering phones at pizza delivery joints with oppressed rage - you know, acting like Russians except in Ireland.
So yeah, after a night of merrymaking ala Guinness, one amigo decides to order a pizza. But he's having trouble understanding Buddy Comrade on the other end so he says, "Speak slowwwly, I'm Canadian".
Hahahahahaha! Eh? Eh? "Speak slowwwly, I'm Canadian". I lurve it. But you're too late if you lurve it, too, because Amigo #2 already patented it for a tee-shirt company he plans to start up upon his return.
Amigo #3 missed it all because he was distracted by some pixie dust one of the local leprechauns had sprinkled on his shoe after he'd relieved himself in one of those "tinkle pots" we call "a parking lot" here. I dunno. Adding Russians to an island of Irish people seems like a great way to create a race of depressed sprites, if you ask me. I just can't imagine any good coming of it, other than that there's a new race of depressed sprites to look down upon for the rest of us.
Oh - and I can say the above because I'm neither Russian, nor Irish - so don't be coming around here with your iggorant comments, "Sooey! That is SO bigoted!" Because it'snot. Geddit? It'snot? Well? Do ya? Hunh?
