by ThunderMummy December 28, 2005

You: "I'm from California where everything is blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah"
Me: Uh huh.
Me: Uh huh.
by ThunderMummy December 28, 2005

People who are prone to tell you how great they are. Fond of touting their robust economy while failing to mention it was built on the foundation of an E.U. welfare state. Think everything Celtic is romantic, special, unique blah blah blah. Sometimes consider the Scotch and Welsh as Celtic kinsman and sometimes exclude them for not not being true Celts (as if Ireland has the only claim). Say they have their own language but unlike Wales, no one can actually speak it and haven;t for years (That makes them posseurs). Their beer is overrated (Beamish is really good, but doesn't have Guiness' marketing) food sucks (this ain't no France) and sometimes call themselves the blacks of Europe (this is especially offensive, yes they were oppressed but is this the equivalent of enslavement? Only a douchebag Irishman would think so). Do have a good history of music (the folk shit gets old but they can boast of Van Morrison, U2, Thin Lizzie etc.) The one factor that redeems the Irish? They can shit in a bag, stamp made in Ireland on it, and sell it to stupid Americans for $50.
Irish-American wannabe: Kiss Me I'm Irish
Irishman: Where you from?
IAW: Boston, Red Sox Rule!
Irishman: (shitting in a bag) Would you like to buy an authentic Irish souvenir?
Irishman: Where you from?
IAW: Boston, Red Sox Rule!
Irishman: (shitting in a bag) Would you like to buy an authentic Irish souvenir?
by ThunderMummy December 28, 2005

Strange, odd and disconcerting person. Much like the food stuff that is a potato chip, but not really a potato chip
That new guy is a fucking pringle. I wouldn't be surprised if he has his whole family and a pack of squirrels buried under his crawl space.
by ThunderMummy December 28, 2005

Adoring nickname for the Gravitron ride that shows up at volunteer firemen's carnivals and county fairs. Usually operated by an anti social meth addict, the vomit comet plays grating 80's glam metal very loud to make your ears bleed so you don't notice your stomach unfolding inside out and your funnel cake and coke slamming back into your face a Mach 1.
Dude, no cotton candy before the tilt a whirl, no sausage before the zipper, and no liquids before the vomit comet
by ThunderMummy December 28, 2005
