Kiss the Blarney Stone Ireland

“Next was my turn. As I was lowered down into the position that 1000’s of others had been in before, I decided to do something different. Instead of kissing the same spot that 1000’s of germy lips had been on I moved my head sideways and kissed the stone in a less-kissed spot. It was moist. Yuck!”

“I assumed the position. I laid down, grabbed the metal railings, and then slowly started moving backwards and down. This time I knew which stone was the Blarney Stone, so I aimed for it. This required me to move my entire torso off the ledge, which was a bit frightening. I kissed the stone quickly, then shot up and back to the ledge. I moved away from the stone so fast that I scraped my forehead against the wall.”

“Anyways, my first attempt at kissing the Blarney Stone was a complete failure. I didn’t realize that the Blarney Stone was only the single stone at the very bottom of the wall—I thought the entire part of the wall inside the metal railings was the Blarney Stone. So, I bent down, kissed the wall quickly, and then got the hell out of there and into safety.”