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Frailty thy Name is Ryan

Friday, May 18, 2007

Show me the way to go home

An Irish Goodnight

When the evening has reached the point of no return and, rather than say "good night," you slip off to bed* without saying a word.

E.g.) "Where's Ryan?"
"Oh, she said an Irish Goodnight"

*I use the term "bed" loosely.
Posted by MRC at 1:42 PM

1 comment:

Flip said...

I totally did that last night.

May 20, 2007 at 8:48 PM

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