Nope. Because you're not making any sense
This here makes perfect sense, and that kills you - for obvious reasons.
I asked you earlier what the last thing you did for your country was.
In fact, I've been asking you that since 1872.
You haven't answered me because you have no answer, all you care about is you. And no, being patient and polite while standing in the dole queue with half of Somalia and the Congo doesn't qualify. You play just one game, but you'll never get to represent Ireland in the special Olympics playing tiddlywinks. Nor Texas hold 'em, for obvious reasons.
If your black friend was born of two African parents then he would have an African name.
Never met him.
Neither did he.
One was Irish.
The other, not so much.
Born in a midlands hospital and adopted before he was a few months old.
His brothers and sisters also have ethnic blood, as the lady who adopted all of them was single, childless, wealthy, and kind at heart.
He's very successful in his work, has made more money than you ever will, has three kids, all educated in Irish, and employs multiple people on contract.
Meanwhile you're a dole-sponging long-term unemployed Brit with nothing whatsoever to offer anyone anywhere, at any time now or in the future.
Granted, if he was adopted by white people, then it would be normal for him to have an Irish name
Both his first and second names are Gaelic/Irish, and his family name couldn't possibly BE more Irish.
Raised and educated in Tullamore, he moved to Dublin after leaving home and bought his first apartment before the age of twenty-five.
He has the culchie swagger, the Tulla' accent, the Dubliner attitude, and the Dubliner style.
Not that that impresses me, much, you understand.
None of the above, as you now know.
More Irish than you in more ways than I can count.
Mowl is:
