Post by emokid on Jul 12, 2008 6:53:30 GMT -6
(Rick Roll stands in a field of green, donning a green suit, complete with green shoes, and drinking Guiness. In the air, you can hear a picolo being played, and different wind instruments are being heard playing their own uniqe version of "Never Gonna Give You Up.")
RICK ROLL: (Sighs) Sean O'Brien, top of the morning to ye. I see you've got two friends with you. That's nice. But, I'm not one to complain about to inbred brothers. Nope, I'm here to talk about our nationality. Our kinship if you will. You see, I'm standing here in the motherland, IRELAND. I figured since your last name is O'Brien, and I have red hair, we could both share the same nationality. (Gasp) If that doesn't tell you I'm Irish, what will?
(Rick Roll holds up a Guiness bottle.)
I mean look at what I'm drinking. Guiness.
(Takes a swig of Guiness, and with a satisfied look on his face, he belches)
Excuse me. What about this?
(He digs out a picture of 1980's era Boston Celtics)
How much more Irish can you get than "Celtic?" I mean, Larry Bird was probably the most humble basketball player on the planet, and that's what we Irish respect about Larry Bird.
(Digs around, and finds Irish Spring soap)
How about this. Hulk Hogan's favorite.
(Takes out a Swiss Army knife, and carves a little bit of it)
It smells great, just like an Irish Spring. Ahhhh a masterpiece. OK, OK, one more thing.
(Pulls out a best of Gilbert O'Sullivan CD)
I go nowhere with out this. I can't go anywhere with out also hearing "I'm all out of love." If that doesn't say anything, well brother, my pride runneth deep, and and may only God run me down, because I love this country.
(An Orange, White and Green flag waves in the background)
From the Pubs in the north, to the fields in the south, this will be a country I will love. As I sing.
(Sings Off Key)
God bless old Ireland
Land that I love
Stand Beside her
and Guide her
With your redeeming love.
From The mountains
To the prairies
to the Oceans Down Below
God Bless Old Ireland
My Home Sweet Home.
(Rick Roll Stands with a tear in his eye, as several wind instruments play "Never Gonna Give You Up.")
RICK ROLL: (Sighs) Sean O'Brien, top of the morning to ye. I see you've got two friends with you. That's nice. But, I'm not one to complain about to inbred brothers. Nope, I'm here to talk about our nationality. Our kinship if you will. You see, I'm standing here in the motherland, IRELAND. I figured since your last name is O'Brien, and I have red hair, we could both share the same nationality. (Gasp) If that doesn't tell you I'm Irish, what will?
(Rick Roll holds up a Guiness bottle.)
I mean look at what I'm drinking. Guiness.
(Takes a swig of Guiness, and with a satisfied look on his face, he belches)
Excuse me. What about this?
(He digs out a picture of 1980's era Boston Celtics)
How much more Irish can you get than "Celtic?" I mean, Larry Bird was probably the most humble basketball player on the planet, and that's what we Irish respect about Larry Bird.
(Digs around, and finds Irish Spring soap)
How about this. Hulk Hogan's favorite.
(Takes out a Swiss Army knife, and carves a little bit of it)
It smells great, just like an Irish Spring. Ahhhh a masterpiece. OK, OK, one more thing.
(Pulls out a best of Gilbert O'Sullivan CD)
I go nowhere with out this. I can't go anywhere with out also hearing "I'm all out of love." If that doesn't say anything, well brother, my pride runneth deep, and and may only God run me down, because I love this country.
(An Orange, White and Green flag waves in the background)
From the Pubs in the north, to the fields in the south, this will be a country I will love. As I sing.
(Sings Off Key)
God bless old Ireland
Land that I love
Stand Beside her
and Guide her
With your redeeming love.
From The mountains
To the prairies
to the Oceans Down Below
God Bless Old Ireland
My Home Sweet Home.
(Rick Roll Stands with a tear in his eye, as several wind instruments play "Never Gonna Give You Up.")
