>have leprechaun gf
>she's in the mood tonight, giant smirk on her face as she reclines back in bed and traces her hands over that delicious shortstack body
>"Talk dirty to me, Anon~"
>inspiration strikes
>In a voice only describable as Mickey Mouse after taking a shillelagh to the throat, I squeak out "ACH, YER AFTER ME LUCKY CHARMS!" while gesturing to my balls
>Have to tell everyone at work the next day that my black eye was a result of me tripping and falling down the stairs and most certainly not from an empty whiskey bottle chucked at me by my wife
I couldn't think of a way to work potatoes and the IRA into this