Saint Patrick. The scourge of God who drove all the douchebags out of the suburbs and into the city on this blessed of days. For your consideration, an ode to all the amatures out today drinking green beer and demanding House of Pain songs at every bar stumbled into.
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Man, I hate this day, and I drink like a Motley Crue video. This day just makes every bar so fucking annoying. Although, i could sit for hours and watch these fuckers walk into busy intersections and narrowly miss cars.
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