Yesterday it was my grandpa's birthday. Here's to you and your wife old man...
Tir nam beann, nan gleann. s'nan gaes geach: far am faighear an t-eunn fionn,'s far am faigh am faidh fasgadh cho fada's chitear ceo mu bheann 's a ruitheas uisge le gleann. mairidh cuimhne aie euchd nan truen, slainte agus buaidh gu brath le gillean gleadach, bean na bainnse agus fear-bainse cabarfeidh gu brath!
Storytelling highlander, boxer and scientist: forged in clyde shipyards and the war fields of france, you are loved. I wish I was as gentle and just as fucking downright hilarious as you. Anyone reading this please raise a glass of fire water to him. He, more than anyone taught me these things...
"Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward."
"Well, the telling of jokes is an art of its own, and it always rises from some emotional threat. The best jokes are dangerous, and dangerous because they are in some way truthful."
"If you can do a half-assed job of anything, you're a one-eyed man in a kingdom of the blind."
Kurt Vonnegut wrote the above. The old man taught me about him too.
A h-uile la sona dhuibh
's gun la idir dona dhuibh!
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