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Ta mo bhriste tri thine
Ta mo bhriste tri thine - 'My trousers are on fire.'You're a few bricks short of a load, aren't you? You're probably not allowed to use sharp objects and you should be locked in a rubber room. With Rubber rats. Rubber rats? I hate rubber rats. They drive me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. They put me in a rubber room. With rubber rats. Rubber rats? I hate rubber rats...
Originally posted by RagnorakTypical Irish logic!!
Two of my favourites from primary school...
Marbh gon té, agus marbh gon é. - You'll die from tea, and die without it.
Níl aon tinteán mar do thinteán fein. - Theres no hearth like your own hearth.
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We tried to persuade this old drunkard to wash once in a while and he replied, "sure, only dirty people wash!"