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Write Your Own Irish Memoir–Mad Libs Style!

Posted in Uncategorized by cesco7 on March 16, 2011

Few cultures have as rich of a literary tradition as the Irish. And few literary traditions are as steeped in abject sadness, soul-crushing squalor and pub-related fatalities as that of the Irish autobiography. Yet each year we continue to be enthralled by books from authors that by all accounts should not have lived past birth. So in honor of these fine men and women I present the following template to help you pen your own award-winning Irish memoir, Mad Libs-style. For example:

“We boiled the (noun) for dinner and then got (adjective)-faced on Harps.”

Ready? Then get out a paper and pen let’s begin!

I Can’t Find Me Legs: A Tale of Growing Up Poor, Catholic and Eventually Blind in Ireland
By (Your name here)

It was day three of the Blessed Feast of the Prolonged Consumption and Father O’Hurley had just finished (gerund) me in the abbey. I put on the clothes my dear, defeated mother had fashioned me from discarded (vegetable) and quickly ran past the abandoned (town’s sole economic lifeline)—only to learn that my (dearest childhood possession) had been sold to help pay for the removal of my wee brother’s (body part of which there is only one).

These were tough times for the Mc (complete surname) clan. A blight had destroyed all the (chemical element for water), and we had just burned the last of the (choose a gender) in the house to stay warm. Still, we had faith in our (proper noun) that He would be merciful and soon (verb) the lot of us in our sleep.

Soon after I arrived home my father stumbled in through the (entrance other than door), reeking of whiskey and (woman’s name other than “Mom”). “Damn the cursed English!” he yelled at our pet (inanimate object) before his (gimp extremity) gave out and he crashed face first into the (colorful Gaelic phrase for “open cutlery drawer”).

With my father now dead, it was up to my mother to raise me and my (double-digit number) siblings, which she did by getting a job in (imagine the worst job possible for a woman, then imagine it occurring inside an underground factory). Unfortunately, a few hours later while walking back from the prostitute cannery she was struck from behind, both sides and above from (oh hell, you decide). She eventually died from (medical term for “the sniffles”).

Twenty years later I moved to America.

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  1. swirlythingy said, on March 16, 2011 at 6:34 am

    You know the saddest thing about misery memoirs? Whenever I walk into a chain bookshop (as I did in WHSmiths the other day) I inevitably end up walking past an entire freaking bookcase with a label above it reading “Tragic Life Stories”.

    Could be worse, though… one time in Waterstones I found one labelled “Teen Dark Romance”.

    • Gen Crane said, on March 17, 2011 at 8:16 pm

      Or Tragic Teen Life Dark Romance Stories, e.g. “And then I walked in on my vampiric boyfriend ‘biting’ my mom on the bed where lay my father dying of typhus.”

  2. blueberry said, on March 16, 2011 at 8:52 am

    Yesterday I said to my brother, “Oh, it’s almost st. patrick’s day. That means Francesco Marciuliano is going to post his how to write an Irish memoir mad lib.” A holiday tradition at this point, i suppose.

  3. Rachel M. said, on March 16, 2011 at 10:47 am

    I couldn’t complete this mad-lib as the landlord has confiscated my only pen and we had to feed the last of the paper to the baby for lack of milk or formula or anything edible. 😦

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  5. Paul said, on March 16, 2011 at 9:34 pm

    I’m thinking “Angela’s Asses” would be a great name for an Irish X rated film, if Angela were some horrible mutant.

    • lost said, on March 17, 2011 at 9:03 am

      sounds more like an Irish donkey show to me

    • SonnyDrysdale said, on March 20, 2011 at 3:29 pm

      If you count each cheek separately, “Asses” is just fine.

  6. Diane said, on March 17, 2011 at 8:35 am

    I laughed till I cried… Iris Memoir objective achieved…

  7. JPWarner said, on March 21, 2011 at 9:34 am

    Ahhhhh…. I knew I was in trouble right from the get-go as my gerund choice was “fucking.” It was all down hill from there….

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