Many of us will be feeling Irish tonight on account of it being St. Paddy’s Day.  Here’s some fun Irish phrases to help you feel authentic.   Be careful out there and don’t act the maggot too much tonight!

Acting the maggot – Behaving foolishly – “He’s been acting the maggot ever since he finished his 8th green beer.”

Cute hoor – Untrustworthy male person – “I wouldn’t let him buy me a drink if I were you; he strikes me as a cute hoor.”

Fair play – approval of someone’s actions – “Fair play to you my friend, that’s the funniest pick up line I’ve ever had the pleasure of overhearing.”

Flitters – tatters – “I’m sad cause I had to throw away my favorite shirt, it was in flitters.”

Fluthered – drunk – “We were so fluthered last night, I’m glad we decided to take a cab home.”

Foostering – not getting much done – “I usually spend the first 45 minutes at work just fostering around.”

Gob – Mouth – “Once he starts drinking, it’s hard to get him to shut his gob.”

Horse’s hoof – exaggerated story – “She told me she doesn’t want anything for her birthday but I think that’s a bit of a horse’s hoof.”

Jacks – Restroom – “Watch my drink, I need to hit the jacks right quick.”

Langers or Langered – Drunk – “Now honey, please try and watch how much you drink. Last time you got langered I had to bail you out of jail.”

Mot – Girlfriend – “Jenny’s the name of my mot, we’re like peas and carrots.”

Scratcher – Bed – “I can’t wait to get home and get in my scratcher.”

"We were foostering around last night and ended up getting fluthered and acting the maggot at the pub.  At one point I get up to go to the jacks and when I come back I see this cute hoor has taken my seat.  He’s running his gob at this girl sitting to his left and I just know he’s feeding her nothing but horse’s hoof.  I naturally want my seat back so I tapped the fella on the shoulder and ask him to beat it.  He obliges and the girl looks at me and says, “Fair play to you, I didn’t know how much more of him I could take.”  We proceeded to talk and ended up langers in my scratcher by the end of the night.  Her name’s Maureen, she’s now my mot. "