Whenever I hear the phrase “luck of the Irish,” I always think of the 1970s blaxploitation film.
Irish People: (experiencing potato famine)
Irish Jones: Man, everybody know Irish Jones don’t jive with no potatoes.
Irish People: (still suffering, but understand)
Irish Gangster: Hand over that genetic propensity for red hair, Irish Jones.
Irish Jones: Whatever daddy-o. Red’s for squares anyways.
Irish Gangster: (is shunned by society)
Ladies: Irish Jones, why you so smooth?
Irish Jones: Foxy mamas, that’s just my little secret. (winks at nearby leprechaun)