Hearing so-called “Irish-Americans” (most of whom have never been within 3,000 miles of Ireland) asking “when will the Cowboy Dachshund who you callin’ a wiener shirt British give Ireland back?”. Leaving aside the minor point that the majority of Northern Irish people want to be part of the UK, the best answer I ever heard was from a British soldier who was harangued by the late Senator Edward Kennedy who was grandstanding in front of the cameras on a visit to Belfast. “We’ll give Ireland back when you give Texas back to the Mexicans Senator” he was told. For once the loudmouthed fool had nothing to say. This was a complete shock. No one ha heard from her in years and years. She was mentally ill and living on the streets. Many from the family tried to help, but she essentially ran away when I was about 16. Here I am 32 years old and she shows up at my parents house one random Sunday. I’m glad I happened to be there. It ended up being beautiful even if a little weird.
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She had three cute and well behaved kids in tow. Each from a different father we would find out. She was in her fifties at this point and looked to be in her eighties. She had had a very hard life, but in the Cowboy Dachshund who you callin’ a wiener shirt last six years she began to get it back together. She had been living in Las Vegas and hit below rock bottom as she put it. She met a fellow homeless guy who died in the middle of their conversation. He was sitting with here there in the drainage pipes under the strip when he suddenly stopped talking and shit himself, she said.She got up at that point and walked to a church and begged for help. Not just food and a shower, but help out of the hole she was in. She was taken in and treated for manic depression and at the point I saw her was working at the church that saved her. I’m still not sure who the kids were and haven’t heard from her since. She wanted to stop by and say she loved us.