Babe of the Week: Irish Ladies

In honor of this being St. Patrick’s Day weekend, for our Babe(s) of the Week the staff of IWS Media is proud to bring you five extremely talented and beautiful Irish Lasses.

Sarah Bolger 

Una Healy of The Saturdays 

Andrea Corr 

Dolores O’Riordan 

Caitriona Balfe 

Matt Said...Jay Said XX

Matt nämnda…Jay nämnda…Du, Lyssnar

Jay:  Helllllooooooo?  Helllllllooooo?
Matt:  Yeah, I’m here.
Jay:  There’s this chick from Ghana who wants to be my friend on Facebook.  Her name is Alphonsa Demolay.
Matt:  Well, did you friend her back?
Jay:  Not yet, I smell something suspicious.
Matt:  Does she have any other friends?
Jay:  No, just me.
Matt:  That is suspicious.

Jay:  Hey that chick you put on your Facebook page that is “Wearin’ the Green?”
Matt:  Yeah?  She’s hot isn’t she?
Jay:  Hot?  She’s disgusting!!
Matt:  What the hell?
Jay:  Dude, she looks like a defensive lineman for the Patriots, and those boobs?
Matt:  Gimme a brea---
Jay:  Those aren’t anywhere near real, and even if they are, they are way too big.  Freakish even.
Matt:  Are you saying you don’t like her?
Jay:  Oh I’m sure she’s a nice girl, but man, join the circus already.

Matt:  So what are we doing this Sunday on the show?
Jay:  I think we should do a show about stuff that makes us feel good.  Stuff that gives us the, “warm fuzzies.”
Matt:  That’s incredibly gay, but I have nothing on this end that is any better.
Jay:  Well…get something.  C’mon, you know down deep you are sensitive and caring.
Matt:  I used to be…but then I turned ten.
Jay:  Seriously it will be good…We’ll talk the entire time in reassuring, female NPR voices.
Matt:  That could be very soothing, which is good considering everyone listening will have a St. Patrick’s Day hangover.

Jay:  So…the warm and fuzzy feel good idea is a go?
Matt:  Yes, I am already thinking of things that make me feel good.
Jay:  Me too and I already posted this question to others on Facebook…“What makes you feel good?”
Matt:  Any feedback yet?
Jay:  Other than your crass, “Olive Oil and Tyra Banks” remark, the lovely Jo said, “Jay makes me feel good.”
Matt:  Mmmmmmmmmm, Jo.
Jay:  Back off.
Matt:  Easy fella.

Jay:  So we will do the “Feel Good Show” this Sunday, aight?
Matt:  That’s a big 10-4, Good Buddy.
Jay:  It will be a winner.
Matt:  As it always is.  Later…
Jay:  “click click click”  What?

And you can join us Sunday at Noon EDT for the Feel Good Show on Blog Talk Radio by clicking HERE and/or calling in at 661.244.9852.

Cheers!!

Happy St. Patrick's Day from IWS

Being primarily of Irish heritage, tomorrow will offer me the opportunity to celebrate my roots and make fun of all things British, and as I am working all day and into the might, make fun of all of the drunken revelers who pass through the Beer Mine.

What a great story St. Patrick's Day offers.

Centuries ago, Irish raiders kidnapped a young fellow (the soon to be St. Patrick) who resided in Roman Britain.

He escaped backed to Britain six years later and went on to become a bishop.

In order to exact his revenge, Patrick returned to Ireland and converted the drunken, filthy pagans into drunken, filthy Christians and most became Catholic.

Oh sure, St. P-Dawg could have retaliated by killing his kidnappers, but he knew that converting people to Catholicism was a much more painful form of punishment.

The thing I find most fascinating about St. Patrick is that he was born in Roman occupied Britain.

That means there’s a possibility that he was Roman, which means he may have been Italian.

That’s what’s so damn funny.

Can you believe that an entire country of shit-faced, pugilistic Micks was converted by a Dago and some kind of fight didn’t break out?

Fortunately, there was no violence, and Ireland has, of course, been violence free ever since.

That indeed is a story worth celebrating every year…and how do we celebrate the saintly feats of St. Patrick?

By getting sloshed out of our gourds and mangling the lyrics to “When Irish Eyes are Smiling”, that’s how.

But do not fret; everyone else is mangling them too, so it all blends together.

We also wear green.

Green shirts…Green garters…Green hats. We even wear green faces after consuming our sixth pitcher of Green beer, as the ladies all start to look like the lead singer of The Cranberries.

Of course what would the big day be without enjoying that delicious Irish cuisine!? Boiled potatoes, soda bread, and corned beef…as sexy as food gets.

Some bars and taverns may go that extra step and dish out bowls of beef broth and pink slime and pass it off as Irish Stew. You can bet that it will be made by Dinty O’Moore preparing it with his dirty hands as the ashes fall from his O’Marlboro.

But…That’s all part of the fun of St. Patrick’s Day.  Happy people in forty shades of green, getting drunk, mis-mangling song lyrics, eating bad food and getting in to fights prior to having sex with a stranger that would never have sex with on any other day of the year.

Of course when all is said and done and the next morning rolls around, your head will feel as though you were beaten by a dozen members of the Ulster Defence Association.

But hey, that’s all part of being Irish.

Erin Go Braugh and Slainte!!

Matt-Man

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