Not a phrase used in Ireland, but it made me laugh.

NEVER FIGHT UPHILL, ME BOYS!

I was saying yesterday you never hear jokes anymore so here's one:

An Irishman walks into a bar, orders three pints of Guinness, and sits in the corner, drinking a sip out of each one in turn. When he finishes them, he comes back to the bar and orders three more. The bartender approaches him and asks, "You know, they'll go flat after a while."

The Irishman replies, "You see, I have two brothers. One is in America, the other is in Australia, and since we parted ways, I've not seen either of them. By ordering three beers, I am able to toast them both wherever they are."

The bartender, touched by this gesture, decides not to intervene, and the Irishman becomes a regular in the bar, always ordering three beers and toasting his brothers.

One day, he comes in and orders only two pints. Sensing something amiss, the bartender inquires, "I don't want to intrude on your grief, but I wanted to offer my condolences on your loss. Was it your brother from America or your brother from Australia?"

The Irishman replies, "Oh, no, neither of them has died. I've just given up the drink."

I need your clothes, your boots, and your shillelagh.

So... Boondock Saints, but with androids?

*THAT'S HER, NOW