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Why there aren't snakes in Ireland, via![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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I do get a bit of a kick out of imagining some guy (who looks like Friar Tuck in my head) with a staff, standing on an Irish cliff, urging the snakes to slither over the edge like legless lemmings. I figure he had his arms upraised, then got tired, then had to lean on the staff ...
Okay, so the Zweeble's begun ye olde bedtime delaying tradition. Last night, after a few attempts at guilting us into getting him out of bed, he started plaintively saying, "I'm stuck!"
Well, you have to go check that, right? So we go in, and he's standing in the crib with his head on the rail.
"Where are you stuck?" I ask.
"Stuck in the crib," he says.
Why there aren't snakes in Ireland, via
greygirlbeast's journal.I do get a bit of a kick out of imagining some guy (who looks like Friar Tuck in my head) with a staff, standing on an Irish cliff, urging the snakes to slither over the edge like legless lemmings. I figure he had his arms upraised, then got tired, then had to lean on the staff ...
Okay, so the Zweeble's begun ye olde bedtime delaying tradition. Last night, after a few attempts at guilting us into getting him out of bed, he started plaintively saying, "I'm stuck!"
Well, you have to go check that, right? So we go in, and he's standing in the crib with his head on the rail.
"Where are you stuck?" I ask.
"Stuck in the crib," he says.