I mean I love to go to the bar for a few drinks. Some conversation. Maybe listen to some music or watch a game. And of course to get my load on.But there are things I don't miss. And right about now at 10pm on St Patricks day is one of the things I don't miss. Because outside of bars all over the city this is what you are going to see.
Watch out for your pant's cuff dude.
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I once came homw from a Paddy's day in the 1980's and the cuffs of my suit were filled with vomit.
None of it mine.
Well until I realized the cuffs of my suit were filled with vomit.
Look on the bright side, since it could be worse. Your mouth could be filled with vomit...none of it yours.
The good old days and rites of passage. Growing up without having drunken, outrageous tales to tell would be sad.
You drink you puke, you drink you puke. Even I wised up to the connection in my early twenties. This is where the Irish lack a neural connection. They can come up with Joyce, Yeats, Jonathan Swift, O'Casey, the list is endless. But they can't stop drinking.
He'd step over ten naked women to get at a pint.
--Irish saying
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