Kiss me, I’m shitfaced

March 17, 2005

Happy Saint Patrick’s day, friends.

Now to get something off of my chest. You people seem to think that just because you have a shamrock pin on your t-shirt or a green ribbon in your hair that you are doing the Irish justice on this fair day. You are wrong. I am no full blooded Irishman or anything, (although I’ve enough in me to get by like any good American mutt) but I do know that what separates you from the rest on St. Patties is getting absolutely plastered and shitfaced. This is one day of the year dedicated to drinking and Irish stereotypes, so you have absolutely no excuse if you don’t get fucked on green beer, or any beer for that matter. Old, young, no excuse. You can manage one day with a hangover, unless you’re some sort of god awful pansy, like Michael. Do me proud, America.

And now, if you’ll excuse me, it’s time to listen to the Pogues, Clancy’s, Dubliners and to continue the dipsomania.


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