|You’re not Irish. Not even a wee bit.
Not even on St. Patrick’s Day!
That’s a relief.
Actually, I’m half Irish, on my mother’s side — probably not even half, if you count the fact that one of my great-grandmothers was German — but it’s not something I brag about, particularly. In my experience, never a truer word was spoke than, “The Irish: They’d rather fight than feed,” and I have no excuse for debate-for-the-sake-of-debate.
But this was a fun test, and I bet most people test more Irish than I did!