Go get drunk, fuckos!

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

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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.

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.

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

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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!"