Proving that being immediately open and receptive to The Difficult Brown will land you a husband (Ladies?), Sinead O’Connor was married last night to some dude named Barry Herridge, who we know next to nothing about save his wanton lust for butt sex and its ability to override any and all rational decisions. On that note, let’s give these two lovebirds a proper Irish send-off. Ready your whistles, lads.
♫ When Difficult Browns are browning, sure ’tis like a morn in the spring,
In the lilt of Irish buggering you can hear the angels sing,
When Irish arses are filled all the world seems bright and gay,
And when Difficult Browns are browning, sure, they steal your heart away. ♫
From there it’s something about Danny Boy falling off a potato he once tried to difficult brown one fine morn, I forget the lyrics.