You start to snicker uncontrollably all through the Disney movie “Darby O’Gill And The Little People.”
Your record collection is stocked only with the Chieftains and very short artists – Paula Abdul, Sheena Easton, Prince, Phil Collins…
You get jumpy every time friends ask you if you can cover them for lunch.
When you see a rainbow, you get a greedy little look in your eye. (Arrrr, there’s me pot o’ gold!)
In your cupboard – nothing but Lucky Charms cereal and Dinty Moore “Real Irish Stew.”
Every time you get your paycheck, you convert it into gold coins and bury it somewhere.
You simply despise fairies. (“Wing Envy” if you ask me!)
You dance a jig on your way to work each morning, to the embarrassment of your friends and the amusement of strangers.
In terms of fashion & current events, you’ve literally been under a rock for the past years.
You try to pick up women by saying, “Ah, lassie, it’s beguiling kneecaps you have.”
When drunk, you discourse endlessly on shoe buckles, and annoy folks by saying things like, “How can ye not know what a grommet is, lad? You’re only wearing several on yer feet! What are ye, daft or somethin?”
When you say something is “magically delicious,” you really mean it.
Around St. Patrick’s Day, you stock up on Shamrock Shakes at McDonald’s.
You’re three feet tall with a Kerry brogue, red hair, cuss a lot, wear a lot of green and drink stout like water!