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An old, cheerfully drunk Irish man proposed to me today. He proposes to everyone around 10 o' clock.
He told me several times in his lilting brogue that he was completely serious, had no ex wives or children to muddy things up and listed off my various qualities, reiterating that I was 'fascinating' about every other sentence. I told him I'd drive him batshit in an hour but he insisted that he would accept me for all my various qualities and went on at some length thereafter on the subject of true love.
God, I love the Irish.
He told me several times in his lilting brogue that he was completely serious, had no ex wives or children to muddy things up and listed off my various qualities, reiterating that I was 'fascinating' about every other sentence. I told him I'd drive him batshit in an hour but he insisted that he would accept me for all my various qualities and went on at some length thereafter on the subject of true love.
God, I love the Irish.