Back When You Were A Lazy, Good For Nothing Teenager And Your Parents Noticed Then Said, "Life Of Riley" Who The Heck Were They Talking About?

[Little Red Wagon Repairman]

I'm assuming this Riley was some sorta bumbling lecherous Irish drunk who lived a charmed life. He was told over and over to make a right turn but took so many left turns it led him the right way to his pot of gold. BOOM! Life of Riley...

 

[Mr. Daystar]

You know, that's a good question. What I wanna know is, when they used to say you were "In like Flynn". Who the fuck is this Flynn dude, and what is he in, and how did he get in?

 

[Little Red Wagon Repairman]

You know, that's a good question. What I wanna know is, when they used to say you were "In like Flynn". Who the fuck is this Flynn dude, and what is he in, and how did he get in?

Riley and Flynn? What's with all the Micks?

 

[Mr. Daystar]

You know, when I get a chance, I'll ask my best friend. 100% Irish, and as loyal as the day is long. He can drink and fight too, so there goes the stereotyping.

 

[Little Red Wagon Repairman]

He can fight too, so there goes the stereotyping.

Being Irish does his wife have first hand knowledge being on the receiving end?

 

[Mr. Daystar]

Being Irish does his wife have first hand knowledge being on the receiving end?

His wife is meaner then he is.....

 

[Little Red Wagon Repairman]

His wife is meaner then he is.....

Oh, OK. Guess he married a Russian lady.

 

[Mr. Daystar]

No, I think she's Polish, and maybe Solingen. She might even have a bit of Irish too. But I'll tell you this, she isn't afraid to throw a punch, or chase you with a stick.

 

[Little Red Wagon Repairman]

My Russian grandmother would brag to the neighbors how much my grandfather loved her. She said, "He hit me but never in face!", then she'd smugly smile with a sense of pride.