Alright, folks, it’s St. Patrick’s Day where those with Irish blood like me-self are duty-bound to get shit-your-pants drunk or at minimum, chuck a wee pataytoh at a lass for not birthing six children like a proper Catholic. God, I love stereotypes. So I’ll be seein’ ya tomorrow, boyos, provided I don’t wake up sometime next week clutching a cow liver and demanding it switch places with my own via osmosis.
Begorrah!
- The Superficial
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