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Indeed, and if I hadn’t gone out and gotten my St. Patrick’s Day hangover yesterday, I’d be out right now being Irish. I bet I could sneak into the Heather even now…if it weren’t raining. Oh hey, Vancouver’s very Irish in that way, come to think of it. It’s always bloody raining.
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“You’re 30% Irish. You’re probably less Irish than you think you are…
But you’re still more Irish than most.”
Hmmm. . .
That sounds about right to me, doncha think?
You’re 25% Irish
You’re not Irish. Not even a wee bit.
Not even on St. Patrick’s Day!
How appropriate/
There was a reporter at the weekly at which I used to work (no, this is not a limerick) who fancied himself from the depth of Irish heritage. He was probably at least four or five generations removed from any ancestor who actually lived in Ireland, but he persisted in his annual St. Patrick’s Day column and in reminding everyone of his Irishness the other 363 days.
Given that state of affairs, I couldn’t help but wear Protestant orange every St. Paddy’s Day. One fine day, I was walking through the newsroom and saw a loose thread hanging from my shirt. I muttered ‘damned Irish pennant’ and said reporter proceeded to upbraid me about using an unfair and stereotypical expression.
I looked him in the eye and gently observed; “They don’t call them Welsh pennants”
65% My mum’s mum was an O’Something O’Other.
But it’s actually 75%, by way of the 10% bonus I get from being born Catholic. Of course you didn’t get that question, did you?
w00t! I scored 75% And like any Irish apostate I laughed all the way through the quiz and would have assaulted the first passerby if my score had been lower (just kidding, of course). ;)
You don’t get born Catholic, Metro, as I’m sure you know. But if you’re really unlucky you get born into a Catholic family and spend your formative years being indoctrinated into a religion that goes against all common sense, attempts to stunt personal growth and discourages all displays of individuality.
Naw, it’s like Jews: you’re spesh-ul. Only, given how gory their crucifixes are, I don’t wanna know what they get cut at birth.
You’re 90% Irish
Congratulations, you’re a shining example of an Irish lass (or lad).
There’s hardly anyone more Irish than you!
should bloody hope so to being born and raised in Dublin!!! haha
dat quiz was gas ,was laughing at how true de old questions where haha
altho i have to say dat its quite unfair having dat question do you have a sister named Catherine, Elizabeth of mary coz my sister’s called Niamh haha and my name is Eibhilin M’Adhaimh O Ceararcais ye can’t get much more Irish dan dat rite?! haha
That is indeed the Irishest. Maybe the quiz was written by an Englishman?
lol…i think they were just going for the catholic names. i’ve got both irish and spanish in me so i’ve got different versions of those names in my family. lol.
Azahar:you got something against Catholics? because it is a very first Christian belief and one should not insult other religions. one should be tolerating them instead. Also, I see that you got a pretty low Irish score. Anyways, you seem to imply that Catholicism brainwashes and stunts creativity? Where did you get that? It seems to me that the Catholic countries of this world are very creative. Even back in the day when Europe was mostly Catholic there was still independent thought. Jesus never said we couldn’t think for ourselves. It is our choices that make us who we are, growing up Catholic just gives you pretty good morals. Combine that with cultural beliefs (though they may be called “pagan” and “sinful” by the hardcore fanatics) and you’re set for life.
by the way…i got 65% irish!! woot!
in reality i’m only a quarter. but i do love ireland (erin go bragh! my mom gave me irish pride, she preferred it over my scottish blood).
Golly, what makes you think she’s got something against Catholics? Nothing gets by you, maria.
Why should one not insult other religions? After all, if one believes one’s own is correct, one must therefore by default believe all others are wrong. You can’t really be THAT Irish or you’d know that nobody makes fun of Catholics the way Catholics do.