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Erin Go Bragh

Contrary to the results of this quiz, I'm probably MORE Irish than I think. As far as I know, I have no Irish ancestry whatsoever. But the love of my live is an Irish-American cutie, so I think that counts for something.




You're 45% Irish



You're probably less Irish than you think you are...

But you're still more Irish than most.

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