Yessiree......it is indeed St Me's day.everybody wear green. kiss someone irish. (in new york? female? my cell is ___-___-____ ;-) ) get shitfaced. I started at midnight by watching Boondock Saints and three fingers of whiskey, on ice. I plan on napping for four hours, watching the episode of LOST i missed due to work, having Irish Coffee and then another shot of Whiskey just for good measure, then heading to work with a partial-bottle of whiskey in my bag. which I will periodically drink throughout the day. may the road rise to meet you, when you're too blotto'd to stand up, and may the sun shine warm upon your face, as you lay in the gutter staring skyward. may you confess heartfelt things to a bonnie colleen, and regret a third of all things uttered by sun-up the following morn; But may no decision you make be considered post-sobriety as anything less than A FANTASTIC DECISION. may Guinness, Bailey's, and Jameson's be in all your futures for the next Twenty-One hours. shots on me. always, Patrick |
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If that's possible. Don't go outa your way
