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March 17, 2009

Erin Go Beating


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A holiday like no other, St. Patrick’s Day is nothing more than an excuse for a full-blooded Irishman like myself to line up at the bar at 6am, and continually drink for a 24 hour period.
I’m 38 and still have no idea exactly who St. Patrick was or why we use his name to get belligerantly hammered and fight.

I’m alas on the sidelines for this now, but ALWAYS my tummy gets a little knot in it because I really enjoyed an actual day where it was EXPECTED of me to be a drunken idiot.

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