"Why you lousy Mick!"
"Aye, that I am."
"Did you hear me, you Pogue, I called you a Mick?"
"Indeed, I am a pogue, and paddy, a mick...now that we've gotten past the formalities was there something you wanted to say to me?"
BUMP!
Our local co-op carries a dog food.
GRIMALDI’S DOG FOOD! (It shows a bulldog in boxing gloves hitting something.)
WOPPING TO PLEASE!
DAGO FOR GRIMALDIS!