Howdy, Cuzins! Welcome to my exclusive St. Patricks's Day Game page!Now, heer's the tale... My blessed grandmother, Mary Shane O'Connel, use t'tell me thet thar was three thangs thet becaused all Ireland's troubles: Oliver Cromwell on account thet he burned everthang down; Michael Collins seein' as he sold out the republic; an' St. Patrick because he drove all the snakes frum the Emerald Isle, leavin' it at the mercy of maraudin' skwerls.
Well, My beautyful Cuzin Luellen, who's got a heap-o book lernin' frum the community collige down in Parkersburg, says thet thet might be true of the daemon Cromwell, and it's a mattur of opinyun re-gardin' Mr. Collins, but thar ain't no truth in blamin' St. Patrick fer the skwerlien menace in Ireland.
In fact, Luellen she says thet the snake story is jist a mettyfour about St. Patrick re-movin' sin frum dear old Erin. An', even if it were so, St. Patrick would've driven all them chitterboxes frum the island, too, if'n he'd lived long enuff.
An' insted of drivin' them nutzy's into the sea, I heer-tell thet thars a cave somewhars in Eire thet goes strait to Perdition's Gate. So, it ain't no stretch to imagin thet St. Pat would've chucked all them bushytails strait into the cleansin' fires
Ok, supposin' thet's what he intend'd t'do. Then he shur 'nuff would've need'd some help cleansin' Ireland of its skwerlballs. So, now y'all kin give St. Pat a hand...
Give all the sounds an' images time t'load - m'be 90 seconds or so. Then, click on the game, an' by usin' yer left an' right keybord arrows to move us, bounce them flyin' bushytails into the the Infernal Pit. You kin pause the game by pushin' the "p" key if'n you must. An' fer those of you who are gonna write an' say "But Cletus, this game is jist yer White Trash BBQ game, but with differunt graphics..." Well, m'be it is, an' m'be it isn't, but in any event, have fun!
