Or fight with me, I'm Irish!

Either way, I'll be right glad! Anything for a break from all of the final projects that have me flah'ed out.

I'd rather be milling than having a kip, any day of the week. No one could take me, or drink me under the table!

Then again, mayhaps I'll seat myself under a good tree and watch the breeze push around the bonny sky. What I'd give for a set of wings, aye.

Where's Chuu? Likely hammered and paralytic! Ha!

Who wants to find a wee bit of entertainment and mischief with little ole me?