Go get drunk, fuckos!

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Kill Whitey.

But I'm not Irish!

Plus every bar near my campus is filled up with those 'popped collar' types 

I celebrate St. Patrick's Day by not giving a flying fuck about it.

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Legend, oh legend, the third wheel legend...always in the way.

biped

It's the irish way! 

I got to see a crazy, drunk bitch break a bottle over a table Hollywood-Western style. In twenty years od working in the bar industry, I've never actually seen that. Faces, heads-sure, but a table. Nope.

It would've been cool if she tried to gut someone with it. But that didn't happen.

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Kill Whitey.

I got plastered on Locke's Blend and launched potatoes at passing cars with a spud gun.  People were mad at first, but once they realized the spuds were dyed green they really appreciated the extra effort that went into it.

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I was gonna send a robot back in time, but I got high.

We ate cabbage rolls and potatoes and watched Punisher: War Zone on DVD.  I dont drink, so its the closest thing to delusional hallucinations I could muster.  It had no plot, but lots of angst, blood, and brain spatter.

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I will rate you hard, and unendingly.

biped

I celebrate it by reminding people that they're basically celebrating church-sanctioned genocide.

Of course, it's St. Patrick's day, so they always reply "wh- dude, you're intense!"

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Do you want ants? Because that's how you get ants.