Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Erin Go Drink

Dear People of Ireland,

Do you think St. Patrick would've celebrated his feast day by wearing green clothing and beads and getting so shitfaced hammered at his parade that he could hardly stumble home at four in the afternoon?

Just curious...not that I mind.  It's just that here in America (or Chicago), that's what this day (and/or the Saturday closest to it) has become.  Personally, I think it's God's way of telling me that I shouldn't frequent bars so often, since on this, another day of amateur drinking, I stay far, far away from the party scene.

Your pal,

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