Sean brings it on himself though, for being such a daft bastard. LOL.
That really just made me laugh out loud. DAFT BASTARD. Awesome.
Bt then again, I have eleventy billion boy cousins, and one time my cousin DJ dated my cousin Robby's, his brother's, ex-girlfriend, and Robby shot his car up. Shot. His. Car.
DAMN. LOL. I actually only have two cousins, both male, and they were brothers, but I don't think they ever fought like that. One's dead now, so I never know how to use tenses when to referring to them as a set anymore. I don't want to say had 'cause one is still alive, lmfao, but, yeah, you know what I mean. Anyway. Not relevant to the point, which is: No knockdown dragouts that I know of. Heh.
And I'm reading over these comments, and finding it really funny that so many people missed the weed joke, but I laughed my ass off at it.
It is crazy sad how many people missed the awesomeness of it.
The best part was how Mick didn't even say he was joking, he just gave Tommy that look. Oh, God, I love Mick.
I KNOW. That was totally the best part. It would have spoiled it if he had to explain the joke. I need to watch that scene again and again and again and just crack the fuck up.
Let's see. I have 2 boys on my Dad's side, brothers. I have 6 (4 brothers, and 2 brothers) boy first-cousins on my Mom's side, and 4 boy second-cousins. And that's not even mentioning the extended family of Mom's cousins and their boys and their boys and... well, dude. Let's sum it up like this: Irish Catholic. LOL. I had only boy cousins until I was 13. It's why I'm a tomboy.
Yeah, I had a weird time wording my other comment a bit cause I was like "Robby's... Robby WAS... er. Crazy. Do I mention the fact that he's dead now?" LOL. Of course, he's dead BECAUSE he was a crazy drunk/druggie. So. It woulda been fitting. LOL.
Oh, God, I'm joking about this? That just shows how weird my family is... people die, and we cry, and then we make fucking JOKES about it. No wonder I love Leary so damned much. Seriously, when I was up there for Christmas, my Dad made the remark that for a family event, it was low key. And John, my cousin and one of Robby's brothers, says "that's cause all the troublemakers are DEAD". And, we all laughed. We're fucked up. It's the Irish thing again.
Okay, now I feel the need to point out that i love my cousin Robby dearly and he was a wonderful, wonderful guy, that let drugs and alcohol ruin his life. He wasn't crazy, persay, but the drugs and alcohol made him that way.
(That would be the Irish GUILT coming through now)
Okay, now I feel the need to point out that i love my cousin Robby dearly and he was a wonderful, wonderful guy, that let drugs and alcohol ruin his life. He wasn't crazy, persay, but the drugs and alcohol made him that way.
I completely understand where you were, and are, coming from. I think we've all known people like that in life. We love them so very much, but they got involved in some bad shit and it just sucks. :/
Wow! Big family! We're very, very small. Obviously. I'm the only grandchild on one side, and the only girl on the other, with the aforementioned two boys. We always kid, because when we (us three, and my Dad's mom) all happen to be in the family business at once, we're like, "Hey let's have a family gettogether. OH WAIT. WE ARE NOW." LOL.
Yeah, I had a weird time wording my other comment a bit cause I was like "Robby's... Robby WAS... er. Crazy. Do I mention the fact that he's dead now?" LOL. Of course, he's dead BECAUSE he was a crazy drunk/druggie. So. It woulda been fitting. LOL.
It is weird to try and word things about dead people when you're telling a story about when they were alive, right? I always have trouble with it anyway, unless everyone in the story is dead, lol, and that's kinda rare.
Oh, God, I'm joking about this? That just shows how weird my family is... people die, and we cry, and then we make fucking JOKES about it. No wonder I love Leary so damned much.
Well, I'm joking about my dead cousin too, so again, TWINS. You're right, it might be why we get Leary so much. Shit happens, you mourn, and then you joke. That seems more natural to me than to be mourning FOREVER. I went to high school with a girl whose cousin died and I haven't seen her in years, but the last I knew, she still wasn't over it, especially when that time of year rolled around. After a few years, even her very best friend was at a loss on how to react to her. It's sad, of course, but to dwell on it forever helps no one. And for how many years can a person comfort you for the same loss? Maybe that makes me an awful person, but I'd rather remember them for the fun shit they did while alive and tell those stories, not just skip to the sad, sad end over and over again.
And John, my cousin and one of Robby's brothers, says "that's cause all the troublemakers are DEAD". And, we all laughed. We're fucked up. It's the Irish thing again.
That's so sad, but so very hilarious at the same time, lol. And totally something my Dad would say. If, well, we had a big enough family to have troublemakers. Of the people left alive, if anything, we, my parents and I, are the troublemakers, because we're not, you know, Cool on Christ. Heh. We believe, and shit, but religion doesn't rule our lives, ya know? But apparently that makes us EVIL. Heh. If that's true, I'm fine being evil, I guess.
And I'm part Irish too, but just a little. Not red-headed, fullblooded, Catholic Irish or anything. Pretty much this far down, I'm guessing it's just the name that's Irish anymore, lmfao. ;)
I think I learned my mourning/coping process from a combination of my Dad and Denis Leary. Seriously. Leary is catharsis for me. Whatever I'm upset about or sad about or mad about, I can pretty mu ch put on No Cure or Lock N Load and get over it through him. And that whole 'shut the fuck up, next' philosophy of his. It accentuates my Dad's whole take on life, which is pretty much 'crying's not gonna do shit' and 'if the choice is laugh or cry, I'm gonna laugh, thank you very much.'
And yeah. The thing about Robby was, he really was the best guy. Just, I don't know how to describe how awesome he was. I think the best way I can do it is to say that the way he approached life was all in how he answered the phone. When he answered the phone he picked it up and say "HEY!" All warm and open and friendly. No caller id, he had no idea who was callin g, what they wanted, he just... Open arms was his policy. Very loyal, very protective of his family.
But, ultimately, extremely fucked up and angry about his lot in life. Drugs and alcohol and an illegitimate kid that he didn't know until the end there. He killed his best friend because when they lived together in California they went to a convenience store and stole some beer and when they ran from the police on his motorcycle it turned over. When he got drunk he got nasty, and semi-violent.
I guess one day he decided he had enough, stole his Mom's car and her shotgun, went to a bar, got shitfaced, shot at the cops when they showed up, and got gunned down. Aunt Joan, his Mom, never got over it. It's been 7 years, and she's got shrines up, and gets weepy whenever his name is brought up. Everyone else has pretty much coped, ya know? And we can joke about it, but her. I worry about her. That'st he saddest part to me, cause he's dead, ya know? He's dead, he's got no problems, he's not sad anymore or angry anymore or whatever, cause when you're dead you're just... DEAD. But her, that'st he sad part. And th e fact that it's almost li ke, when Robby died, she decided she only had 1 son, because John and DJ and Adam fell to the wayside, all in favor of mourning for Robby.
Anyway. LOL. Sorry. You just got a brief lesson in Why Kelly Doesn't Drink or Do Drugs. The other half of that story is that every single person on my Mom's side is an alcoholic, including my mother... Robby just brought it home for me what that means.
As far as the other stuff, yeah, we're very Irish. I'm kind of half and half, actually, Irish and German. And there's something like... 1/32nd Cherokee in me. But for some reason, I've always associated with the Irish side more than the German. Even if my last name is as German as they come. LOL. But I'm the blonde-haired Irish, not the red-haired one.
You just got a brief lesson in Why Kelly Doesn't Drink or Do Drugs.
Aww, totally understandable after reading that, hon. While I've never dabbled with either of those things myself, I also don't have reasons as important as you to have not have.
But I'm the blonde-haired Irish, not the red-haired one.
Hee! Cuteness. I don't think I would have thought of you having blonde hair for some reason. I was about as blonde as they come once upon a time myself, but totally grew out of it. Heh.
That really just made me laugh out loud. DAFT BASTARD. Awesome.
Bt then again, I have eleventy billion boy cousins, and one time my cousin DJ dated my cousin Robby's, his brother's, ex-girlfriend, and Robby shot his car up. Shot. His. Car.
DAMN. LOL. I actually only have two cousins, both male, and they were brothers, but I don't think they ever fought like that. One's dead now, so I never know how to use tenses when to referring to them as a set anymore. I don't want to say had 'cause one is still alive, lmfao, but, yeah, you know what I mean. Anyway. Not relevant to the point, which is: No knockdown dragouts that I know of. Heh.
And I'm reading over these comments, and finding it really funny that so many people missed the weed joke, but I laughed my ass off at it.
It is crazy sad how many people missed the awesomeness of it.
The best part was how Mick didn't even say he was joking, he just gave Tommy that look. Oh, God, I love Mick.
I KNOW. That was totally the best part. It would have spoiled it if he had to explain the joke. I need to watch that scene again and again and again and just crack the fuck up.
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Yeah, I had a weird time wording my other comment a bit cause I was like "Robby's... Robby WAS... er. Crazy. Do I mention the fact that he's dead now?" LOL. Of course, he's dead BECAUSE he was a crazy drunk/druggie. So. It woulda been fitting. LOL.
Oh, God, I'm joking about this? That just shows how weird my family is... people die, and we cry, and then we make fucking JOKES about it. No wonder I love Leary so damned much. Seriously, when I was up there for Christmas, my Dad made the remark that for a family event, it was low key. And John, my cousin and one of Robby's brothers, says "that's cause all the troublemakers are DEAD". And, we all laughed. We're fucked up. It's the Irish thing again.
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(That would be the Irish GUILT coming through now)
Anyway. I'm gonna shut up sometime here, I swear.
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I completely understand where you were, and are, coming from. I think we've all known people like that in life. We love them so very much, but they got involved in some bad shit and it just sucks. :/
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Yeah, I had a weird time wording my other comment a bit cause I was like "Robby's... Robby WAS... er. Crazy. Do I mention the fact that he's dead now?" LOL. Of course, he's dead BECAUSE he was a crazy drunk/druggie. So. It woulda been fitting. LOL.
It is weird to try and word things about dead people when you're telling a story about when they were alive, right? I always have trouble with it anyway, unless everyone in the story is dead, lol, and that's kinda rare.
Oh, God, I'm joking about this? That just shows how weird my family is... people die, and we cry, and then we make fucking JOKES about it. No wonder I love Leary so damned much.
Well, I'm joking about my dead cousin too, so again, TWINS. You're right, it might be why we get Leary so much. Shit happens, you mourn, and then you joke. That seems more natural to me than to be mourning FOREVER. I went to high school with a girl whose cousin died and I haven't seen her in years, but the last I knew, she still wasn't over it, especially when that time of year rolled around. After a few years, even her very best friend was at a loss on how to react to her. It's sad, of course, but to dwell on it forever helps no one. And for how many years can a person comfort you for the same loss? Maybe that makes me an awful person, but I'd rather remember them for the fun shit they did while alive and tell those stories, not just skip to the sad, sad end over and over again.
And John, my cousin and one of Robby's brothers, says "that's cause all the troublemakers are DEAD". And, we all laughed. We're fucked up. It's the Irish thing again.
That's so sad, but so very hilarious at the same time, lol. And totally something my Dad would say. If, well, we had a big enough family to have troublemakers. Of the people left alive, if anything, we, my parents and I, are the troublemakers, because we're not, you know, Cool on Christ. Heh. We believe, and shit, but religion doesn't rule our lives, ya know? But apparently that makes us EVIL. Heh. If that's true, I'm fine being evil, I guess.
And I'm part Irish too, but just a little. Not red-headed, fullblooded, Catholic Irish or anything. Pretty much this far down, I'm guessing it's just the name that's Irish anymore, lmfao. ;)
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And yeah. The thing about Robby was, he really was the best guy. Just, I don't know how to describe how awesome he was. I think the best way I can do it is to say that the way he approached life was all in how he answered the phone. When he answered the phone he picked it up and say "HEY!" All warm and open and friendly. No caller id, he had no idea who was callin g, what they wanted, he just... Open arms was his policy. Very loyal, very protective of his family.
But, ultimately, extremely fucked up and angry about his lot in life. Drugs and alcohol and an illegitimate kid that he didn't know until the end there. He killed his best friend because when they lived together in California they went to a convenience store and stole some beer and when they ran from the police on his motorcycle it turned over. When he got drunk he got nasty, and semi-violent.
I guess one day he decided he had enough, stole his Mom's car and her shotgun, went to a bar, got shitfaced, shot at the cops when they showed up, and got gunned down. Aunt Joan, his Mom, never got over it. It's been 7 years, and she's got shrines up, and gets weepy whenever his name is brought up. Everyone else has pretty much coped, ya know? And we can joke about it, but her. I worry about her. That'st he saddest part to me, cause he's dead, ya know? He's dead, he's got no problems, he's not sad anymore or angry anymore or whatever, cause when you're dead you're just... DEAD. But her, that'st he sad part. And th e fact that it's almost li ke, when Robby died, she decided she only had 1 son, because John and DJ and Adam fell to the wayside, all in favor of mourning for Robby.
Anyway. LOL. Sorry. You just got a brief lesson in Why Kelly Doesn't Drink or Do Drugs. The other half of that story is that every single person on my Mom's side is an alcoholic, including my mother... Robby just brought it home for me what that means.
As far as the other stuff, yeah, we're very Irish. I'm kind of half and half, actually, Irish and German. And there's something like... 1/32nd Cherokee in me. But for some reason, I've always associated with the Irish side more than the German. Even if my last name is as German as they come. LOL. But I'm the blonde-haired Irish, not the red-haired one.
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Aww, totally understandable after reading that, hon. While I've never dabbled with either of those things myself, I also don't have reasons as important as you to have not have.
But I'm the blonde-haired Irish, not the red-haired one.
Hee! Cuteness. I don't think I would have thought of you having blonde hair for some reason. I was about as blonde as they come once upon a time myself, but totally grew out of it. Heh.
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