Community Challenge Thread: St. Patrick's Day Icons
Wednesday, February 28, 2007 by Zoomba | Discussion: Community
This is the official thread for the St. Patrick's Day Community Challenge!
Remember, to qualify for the free WC Subscription prize, you must submit them as a zip bundle to the Misc Icons gallery AND put an image preview of your 5 icons here in this thread along with a link to the item in the library.
Feel free to chat up the contest here or on the news thread, and be sure to give support and feedback to all the artists who choose to participate!
And most important of all... Have fun!
For reference on rules, see the news post here.
Remember, to qualify for the free WC Subscription prize, you must submit them as a zip bundle to the Misc Icons gallery AND put an image preview of your 5 icons here in this thread along with a link to the item in the library.
Feel free to chat up the contest here or on the news thread, and be sure to give support and feedback to all the artists who choose to participate!
And most important of all... Have fun!
For reference on rules, see the news post here.
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Lantec
Reply #3 Wednesday, February 28, 2007 3:53 PM
Reply #3 Wednesday, February 28, 2007 3:53 PM
I can just see it now......inebriated leprechauns all over my screen........ 
Luck of the Irish to ya!
Luck of the Irish to ya!
PoSmedley
Reply #4 Wednesday, February 28, 2007 4:44 PM
Reply #4 Wednesday, February 28, 2007 4:44 PM
I resnet the implication and inuwindow that is implied. All Irish do not drink, nor do they drink to exshesh...nor do leprechaunsh. Many's the time I haf celebrated the holiday without getting inbreededated. I'fe efen run into a few o' da wee folk after a whiskey or two, and I can ashore you that they were polite and quite sober at the time of our meeting when we met at the time of our meetin'. Which we did! It's anti-Irishite comments like that that haf folks thinkin' that the Irish are just a bunch o' irrespondable drunkards.
Now if you'll exscush me, I haf to go to buy some green dye. There's sho much to color and sho little time.
Now if you'll exscush me, I haf to go to buy some green dye. There's sho much to color and sho little time.
RottynDawg
Reply #8 Wednesday, February 28, 2007 7:43 PM
Reply #8 Wednesday, February 28, 2007 7:43 PM
Very cool indeed...can't wait to see what the artists come up with.
arcturus13
Reply #9 Wednesday, February 28, 2007 8:16 PM
Reply #9 Wednesday, February 28, 2007 8:16 PM
Uh oh, Po's on the loose again !! 
He's been listening to those voices....but that's OK, we'll all benefit !!
He's been listening to those voices....but that's OK, we'll all benefit !!
mrtee
Reply #10 Wednesday, February 28, 2007 9:56 PM
Reply #10 Wednesday, February 28, 2007 9:56 PM
Some time ago there happened to be an Irishman looking for work. He was not qualified to do anything much so he couldn’t be choosy. He went to see a guy how ran a big business painting the lines on the roads of England.
The man hired the Irishman and asked him to start the very next day. The next morning the Irishman arrived on time and was very enthusiastic. The owner of the business handed Irish a brush and pot of paint.
That day the Irishman, keen to impress, had over a mile of the road painted. The foreman was indeed delighted with his new employee. The next day the Irishman arrived and worked all day but was only able to complete a half mile. Nothing was said, but it didn’t go unnoticed.
The next day came and unfortunately the Irishman didn’t even get 100 yards completed. The boss was very annoyed about this dramatic loss of performance and called the Irishman into the site office.
The boss was not pleased and questioned why the Irishman was taking so long to do short distances when he began so well....
“Ah that’s easy” Irish replied “The paint tin is getting further and further away from me while I work!”
The man hired the Irishman and asked him to start the very next day. The next morning the Irishman arrived on time and was very enthusiastic. The owner of the business handed Irish a brush and pot of paint.
That day the Irishman, keen to impress, had over a mile of the road painted. The foreman was indeed delighted with his new employee. The next day the Irishman arrived and worked all day but was only able to complete a half mile. Nothing was said, but it didn’t go unnoticed.
The next day came and unfortunately the Irishman didn’t even get 100 yards completed. The boss was very annoyed about this dramatic loss of performance and called the Irishman into the site office.
The boss was not pleased and questioned why the Irishman was taking so long to do short distances when he began so well....
“Ah that’s easy” Irish replied “The paint tin is getting further and further away from me while I work!”
PoSmedley
Reply #11 Wednesday, February 28, 2007 10:34 PM
Reply #11 Wednesday, February 28, 2007 10:34 PM
grrrr.....
One day I went into this bar and pulled a leprechaun out of my coat pocket. (I always keep a spare, y'know) It was just me, my little friend and the barkeep, so I figured he'd be safe. Oh, and mrtee was at the other end of the bar.
So's I order us up two shots o' whiskey. I drinks mine and the leprechaun drinks his. Upon drinkin his, he runs all the way down the bar and spits into mrtee's drink, then makes his way back to me. So's I order up two more. I drinks mine, my wee friend drinks his and again, the wee fella runs all the way down to the other end of the bar and spits in mrtee's drink a second time.
He makes his way back up the bar as I order two more shots. 'Fore I even get to mine, my wee buddy downs his and races back down the bar and spit's in mrtee's drink a third time. As he staggers back up to me, I orders us up another round. This time, we have ourselves a little toast to Troll Thumpin' and down our shots.
My wee green friend races back down the bar again. As he reaches mrtee's glass, the poor bugger is snatched up by mrtee 'imself. Mrtee holds him in his hairy fist and shakes him a hard one and says 'Listen, you. If you come runnin' down here one more time to spit in my beer, I'm gonna pull your pecker off!'
Well, the little green fella starts a chucklin and says 'Silly man. Leprechaun's don't have peckers!"
Well, mrtee sure nuff starts to scratchin his head and asks the little fella, "Well, how do you pee, then?" To which the little fella replies, "We spit."
Now , that's a good Irish joke.
One day I went into this bar and pulled a leprechaun out of my coat pocket. (I always keep a spare, y'know) It was just me, my little friend and the barkeep, so I figured he'd be safe. Oh, and mrtee was at the other end of the bar.
So's I order us up two shots o' whiskey. I drinks mine and the leprechaun drinks his. Upon drinkin his, he runs all the way down the bar and spits into mrtee's drink, then makes his way back to me. So's I order up two more. I drinks mine, my wee friend drinks his and again, the wee fella runs all the way down to the other end of the bar and spits in mrtee's drink a second time.
He makes his way back up the bar as I order two more shots. 'Fore I even get to mine, my wee buddy downs his and races back down the bar and spit's in mrtee's drink a third time. As he staggers back up to me, I orders us up another round. This time, we have ourselves a little toast to Troll Thumpin' and down our shots.
My wee green friend races back down the bar again. As he reaches mrtee's glass, the poor bugger is snatched up by mrtee 'imself. Mrtee holds him in his hairy fist and shakes him a hard one and says 'Listen, you. If you come runnin' down here one more time to spit in my beer, I'm gonna pull your pecker off!'
Well, the little green fella starts a chucklin and says 'Silly man. Leprechaun's don't have peckers!"
Well, mrtee sure nuff starts to scratchin his head and asks the little fella, "Well, how do you pee, then?" To which the little fella replies, "We spit."
Now , that's a good Irish joke.
ZubaZ
Reply #12 Wednesday, February 28, 2007 11:11 PM
Ah I remember celebrating Troll Thumping day me'self as a wee lad. T'were good times.
{Po' thanks for the chuckle - Zu}
Reply #12 Wednesday, February 28, 2007 11:11 PM
This time, we have ourselves a little toast to Troll Thumpin' and down our shots.
Ah I remember celebrating Troll Thumping day me'self as a wee lad. T'were good times.
{Po' thanks for the chuckle - Zu}
PoSmedley
Reply #13 Thursday, March 1, 2007 6:26 AM
What 'chuckle'? Thatsh eggzacately the way it happened!
Reply #13 Thursday, March 1, 2007 6:26 AM
Po' thanks for the chuckle
What 'chuckle'? Thatsh eggzacately the way it happened!
mrtee
Reply #14 Thursday, March 1, 2007 10:55 PM
Reply #14 Thursday, March 1, 2007 10:55 PM
And I wasn't going to tell that story!
The Irish missionary was preaching to the African tribe.
"And I say to you that you must love your fellowmen!"
"Moolagumbi!" shrieked the natives.
"White man and black man must learn to cooperate."
"Moolagumbi!" chanted the crowd.
The missionary was very pleased and he told the chief how pleased he was with the reception.
"I am glad, O man of Ireland," said the chief, "but be careful as we pass my cattle that you do not step into the moolagumbi."
The Irish missionary was preaching to the African tribe.
"And I say to you that you must love your fellowmen!"
"Moolagumbi!" shrieked the natives.
"White man and black man must learn to cooperate."
"Moolagumbi!" chanted the crowd.
The missionary was very pleased and he told the chief how pleased he was with the reception.
"I am glad, O man of Ireland," said the chief, "but be careful as we pass my cattle that you do not step into the moolagumbi."
PoSmedley
Reply #15 Thursday, March 1, 2007 11:29 PM
Reply #15 Thursday, March 1, 2007 11:29 PM
So, meself, mrtee and me priest alls go out fishin on the lake here one day. After a few hours out, me priest, Father Sheerin, stands up and announces he has to go to the bat'room. He looks at meself and mrtee and asks if he can be as so kind as to bring us each back a soda or hotdog from the concession booth. I tells him 'no' and mrtee looks at him and chuckles sayin 'No, thank ya.' So, Father Sheerin steps outta da boat and walks across the lake right on to the shore. He comes back a few minutes later, walkin across the lake again, and resumes fishin.
A few minutes later, ol Father Sheerin announces he has to go again. He has a weak bladder, this one. He asks again if he can bring us back anyt'in' to which we both reply 'No, thank you.' As he steps off the boat and proceeds to walk across the lake again, ol' mrtee throws his hat down in the boat and starts a yellin at meself. ' I know he's a priest and all that, but this holier than thou crap is outta hand. Walkin across water and all! Who does he think he is?!'
Father Sheerin returns, walkin across the lake again and resumes fishin'. Well, for some reason, this got mrtee in a fit. After stewin for a bit, mrtee himself announces that he has to go to the bat'room. He asks if he can bring us anything back, to which meslef and Father Sheerin reply 'No, thank you.' With that, mrtee steps outta da boat...and sinks like a bloody stone the second he hits the water.
Well, we fish him out and as soon as he is back in the boat, he stands up and asks again if he can bring us anythin' back. Again, we tell him 'No, thank you.' and again he steps outta da boat.....and sinks like a bag of doorknobs as soon as he hits the water. We fish him out again, only now he's cursin a blue streak under his breath. He stands up and brushes himself off and announces in a rather determined voice, 'I'll be right back.' and steps off da boat. Of course he sinks quicker than you you can toast your mother and we fish him out again. As we pull him up, himself cursin a storm, I look at Father Sheerin and say 'For cryin' out loud, Father, could you tell him where the rocks are.'
A few minutes later, ol Father Sheerin announces he has to go again. He has a weak bladder, this one. He asks again if he can bring us back anyt'in' to which we both reply 'No, thank you.' As he steps off the boat and proceeds to walk across the lake again, ol' mrtee throws his hat down in the boat and starts a yellin at meself. ' I know he's a priest and all that, but this holier than thou crap is outta hand. Walkin across water and all! Who does he think he is?!'
Father Sheerin returns, walkin across the lake again and resumes fishin'. Well, for some reason, this got mrtee in a fit. After stewin for a bit, mrtee himself announces that he has to go to the bat'room. He asks if he can bring us anything back, to which meslef and Father Sheerin reply 'No, thank you.' With that, mrtee steps outta da boat...and sinks like a bloody stone the second he hits the water.
Well, we fish him out and as soon as he is back in the boat, he stands up and asks again if he can bring us anythin' back. Again, we tell him 'No, thank you.' and again he steps outta da boat.....and sinks like a bag of doorknobs as soon as he hits the water. We fish him out again, only now he's cursin a blue streak under his breath. He stands up and brushes himself off and announces in a rather determined voice, 'I'll be right back.' and steps off da boat. Of course he sinks quicker than you you can toast your mother and we fish him out again. As we pull him up, himself cursin a storm, I look at Father Sheerin and say 'For cryin' out loud, Father, could you tell him where the rocks are.'
mrtee
Reply #16 Friday, March 2, 2007 6:42 PM
Reply #16 Friday, March 2, 2007 6:42 PM
Po’ Smedley goes into a bar in Dublin, orders three pints of Guinness and sits in the corner of the room, drinking a sip out of each one in turn. When he's finished, he comes back to the bar and orders three more. The bartender asks him, "You know, a pint goes flat after I draw it; it would taste better if you bought one at a time." Po’ Smedley replies, "Well, you see, I have two brothers. One is in America, the other in Australia, and I'm here in Dublin. When we all left home, we promised that we'd drink this way to remember the days when we drank together." The bartender admits that this is a nice custom, and leaves it there. So Po’ Smedley becomes a regular in the bar, and always drinks the same way - orders three pints and drinks them in turn. One day, he comes in and orders two pints. All the other regulars notice and fall silent. When he comes back to the bar for the second round, the bartender says, "I don't want to intrude on your grief, but I wanted to offer my condolences on your great loss." Po’ Smedley looks confused for a moment, then a light dawns in his eye and he laughs. "Oh, no," he says, "everyone's fine. I've just quit drinking."
MySecret
Reply #17 Friday, March 2, 2007 7:11 PM
Reply #17 Friday, March 2, 2007 7:11 PM
LMAO 
thanks for making me laugh...I needed that 
hic..up 1 drinks not enougbuuut 2 iz 2 manny
It's My Secret
thanks for making me laugh...I needed that 
hic..up 1 drinks not enougbuuut 2 iz 2 manny It's My Secret
PoSmedley
Reply #18 Saturday, March 3, 2007 8:51 AM
Reply #18 Saturday, March 3, 2007 8:51 AM
A long, long, long, long, loooooong time ago when mrtee was a little boy, he was in the school's bathroom. He found there was no toilet paper so he used his hand. When he got back to his classroom the teacher asked what he had in his hand.
"A little leprechaun, and if I open my hand he'll get scared away."
The teacher couldn't get him to open his hand and sent him to the principal who also asked what he had in his hand.
"A little leprechaun, and if I open my hand he'll get scared away."
He was sent home with a note asking to see his parents, so his mom asked him what he had in his hand.
"A little leprechaun, and if I open my hand he'll get scared away."
He was sent to his room. In a while his dad came in and asked, "What do you have in your hand?"
Again came the reply, "It's a little leprechaun, and if I open my hand he'll get scared away."
His dad ordered him to open his hand, and as he did so little meert said, "Oh no, Dad, look; you scared the crap out of him!"
"A little leprechaun, and if I open my hand he'll get scared away."
The teacher couldn't get him to open his hand and sent him to the principal who also asked what he had in his hand.
"A little leprechaun, and if I open my hand he'll get scared away."
He was sent home with a note asking to see his parents, so his mom asked him what he had in his hand.
"A little leprechaun, and if I open my hand he'll get scared away."
He was sent to his room. In a while his dad came in and asked, "What do you have in your hand?"
Again came the reply, "It's a little leprechaun, and if I open my hand he'll get scared away."
His dad ordered him to open his hand, and as he did so little meert said, "Oh no, Dad, look; you scared the crap out of him!"
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Reply #1 Wednesday, February 28, 2007 2:07 PM
The coolest thing? The community is the winner again!