Comments on: Facial hair

By: Maggie

Maggie — Tue, 10 Feb 2009 01:48:15 +0000

I think if either Dave, or Micheal, want facial hair they have to be willing to shave their heads! So, you either get hair on your head or hair on your face! Or I suppose, they could have half a head of hair and half a beard. =p

By: Dad B.

Dad B. — Mon, 09 Feb 2009 01:33:19 +0000

Poor Katie is getting no support here. Couldn’t we all just get along & compromise? Make Dave use a fur-softening shampoo? Only have a beard in winter? Maybe have a beard on only half his face? Pound them in with a hammer & make him bite them off inside?

By: Katie

Katie — Sat, 07 Feb 2009 18:25:32 +0000

Gets me in the mood for St. Patrick’s Day

By: Mom/Grandma B

Mom/Grandma B — Sat, 07 Feb 2009 05:50:02 +0000

Here's the Seekers version. They sing the words above. I wonder if Fr. McHugh ever visited the jail when he lived in "Sligo town"?

By: Katie

Katie — Fri, 06 Feb 2009 15:26:34 +0000

Michael called me at work yesterday to tell me that he’s not mad.

What other funny Michael stories do you have?

By: Amy

Amy — Thu, 05 Feb 2009 22:39:49 +0000

Michael is adorable either way, but I kind of like the hair! Look at that curl in the middle of his forehead … it’s a chick magnet!

By: Dad B.

Dad B. — Thu, 05 Feb 2009 19:36:54 +0000

Begorra and he sure looks more the genteel rogue with the face hair! Reminds of the fine broth of an Irish lad in “Whiskey in the Jar”:

http://www.metacafe.com/watch/420708/whiskey_in_the_jar/

As I went a-walkin’ on Kilgary Mountain,
I spied Colonel Pepper, and his money he was countin’;
I rattled out my pistols and I drew forth my saber,
Cryin’, “Stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver.”

Chorus:
Musha rig um du rum da,
Whack fol the daddy o,
Whack fol the daddy o,
There’s whisky in the jar.

The gold and silver coins, they looked so bright and shiny,
Oh, I took them home straightway, and I gave ‘em to my Molly;
She vowed and she promised that she never would deceive me,
But the devil’s in the women, oh, you never can believe ‘em.
(Chorus)

But when I awoke between six and seven,
The guards were all around me in numbers odd and even;
I reached for my pistols, but alas, I was mistaken;
My pistols had been fired, and a prisoner I was taken.
(Chorus)

They put me in the jail without judge or writin’,
For robbing Colonel Pepper, oh, on Kilgary Mountain,
But they didn’t take my fists, so I knocked the sentry down,
And bade farewell to the jail in Sligo town.
(Chorus)

Some people take delight in fishin’ and in bowlin’;
Oh, others take delight in the carriages a-rollin’;
But I take delight in the juice of the barley,
And courtin’ pretty girls ’til the morning so early.