So, today is St. Patrick’s Day or, as it’s known in some circles, My Religion is Better Than Yours Day. I don’t celebrate St. Patrick’s Day, for the same reasons I also don’t celebrate the birthdays of Robert Tilton, Benny Hinn, or Jan Crouch.
If you aren’t Irish or Catholic, the only reason I can fathom for you to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day is the opportunity to drink. A lot. Like the amateur drunk that you are. You’re also probably a big fan of Mardi Gras and New Year’s Eve, when you feel you’re allowed to get belligerent because the calendar says it’s okay. And the difference between “date rape” and “making love” to you is directly related to the amount of shares his father owns…
But I digress.
Me? I don’t need some bullshit holiday to drink. So fuck off.
Fabulous.
Hey man...Chad and I are playing at Caterie Sat. March the 18th (tomorrow) @10:00. Come see us!
marie: i try.
gray: are you saying i’m on the guest list? jeremy plus one? hint hint…
i have a strap-on birdie. good for kicking. and i'm non-irish, agnostic and can't hold my liquor, which means whenever a good holiday comes along, i wallow in self-pity like any plain, old motherfucker.
Did you just call me old?
oh, but how can you get down on green bagels, man? GREEN BAGELS.
i have a strap-on birdie. good for kicking. and i'm non-irish, agnostic and can't hold my liquor, which means whenever a good holiday comes along, i wallow in self-pity like any plain, old motherfucker.
(just so my comment is updated with my new handle. nothing has changed much since, anyway. i still wallow in self-pity.)
I once decorated an Irish pub with the Italian flag by mistake.
They fucking look alike, the Irish and the Italian flag. Nobody noticed but my boss.