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When Irish Thighs are Smiling | Manolo for the Big Girl

When Irish Thighs are Smiling

I’m not Irish and I’m not drinking green beer for you or for anyone, but here on Manolo for the Big Girl we are all about inclusion, so in honor of Saint Patrick’s Day, I give you the Irish Rugby National Team.

Irish Thighs are smiling, TommyBowe

“Omg this is so unfair.  Is he really not wearing the hat? The email said we HAD to wear the hat. It’s like he doesn’t even CARE it’s Esther Williams’ birthday. He is SO not getting my evite for the Million Dollar Mermaid watch party.”

Whoa TommyBowe_4Greystones

“Dear God, it’s been uh, a really long time since my last, uh, confession. I’ve probably done a lot of bad stuff I can’t remember now. I forgot to wear the hat and now I’m not going to get invited to Colin’s Million Dollar Mermaid thing. But before  I die,  I really want to see James Heaslip finish his choreography for that Beyonce song. Amen.”

Single Ladies James Heaslip1_Irelandtraining_preEngland

“Yeah kinda like this, but you know, imagine we’re in leotards and I’ve got a sort of reticulated metal glove. No trust me, It looks fierce.”

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“…And then get this, HE says ‘If you like it then you shoulda put a ring on it!’  I’m like DAMN, you’ve already got that scary-ass  robot glove. What more do you want?”

StephenFerris_CameronSteele

“NO! I don’t even UNDERSTAND that glove.  Then what happened?”


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“He was all like, you never listen.  You’ve always got your head miles away, stuck between some guys’ thighs. What about my needs?”

“You’re a GREAT listener. Remember when that hooker  stole my wallet in Prague? You were totally there for me, and hello! You’re not the one with the robot claw! Ohmigoddon’tlook.”

“What?!”

Spirit Fingers BrianODriscoll1_PBCCork_Irelandtraining

“No seriously, don’t look! OMG he’s SHAMELESS. Doesn’t he know you’re WITH somebody?GOD. Just pretend you don’t see him. Oh geeze, he’s made eye contact. Sigh…it’s just not your lucky day.”

TomasOLeary

9 Responses to “When Irish Thighs are Smiling”

  1. Melissa March 17, 2010 at 9:05 am #

    Thank you Plummy! What a great start to the day :) Also, I will be singing the title of this post all day long.

  2. Mrs. Hendricks March 17, 2010 at 9:58 am #

    I suddenly understand your passion for the sport. I had NO idea!

  3. Mifty March 17, 2010 at 11:27 am #

    Adorable!

    I’m of Irish ancestry on both sides of the family, and I find whole fake-accent-and-green-beer thing on St. Patrick’s Day really kind of irritating.

    But this — this is a fine way to celebrate the day!

  4. Plumcake March 17, 2010 at 12:12 pm #

    Mrs Hendricks, my first kiss was with an Australian rugby player (very romantic, he won it in a poker game. Just what every girl dreams of) so I’ve been enthusiastic about the sport ever since.

  5. Plumcake March 17, 2010 at 12:13 pm #

    Oh Melissa, I live to serve. I’ve had Single Ladies in my head, so I’ll trade you for Irish Eyes.

  6. Beth March 17, 2010 at 2:29 pm #

    Having known quite a few rugby players the captions make this a million times better than it already was, and it was already a pretty great way to start the day. Thanks, Plummy!

  7. SusanC March 17, 2010 at 3:27 pm #

    Ah, Rugby- now there’s a real macho-man sport, down to the need to occasionally bandage ears, though those pix are suspiciously mud-free.

    Thanks for deciding to celebrate this day with beefcake, not corned beef!

  8. gemdiva March 17, 2010 at 4:22 pm #

    Now that’s what I call a St. Patrick’s Day Post!!!! Thank you from the bottom of my 1/4 Irish heart (and other places).

  9. Abby March 17, 2010 at 4:44 pm #

    Oh. My.