Laddies, lassies, losers:
Have a blessed St. Patrick's Day, each of you. May your favorite pub issue you a Céad Mile Fáilte, may Erin Go Bra-less, and all that crap. As the famous Irish blessing goes, may the road rise up to meet you . . . but not too fast, and not in the face area.
Remember, green beer is for amateurs and Guinness is good for you.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
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Whitney, your presence on F Street is sorely missed today, you alcoholic menace.
Yeah, I really wish I were there. Next year...
I just cracked my first beer of the day...Jesus fucking Christ I'm a pathetic excuse for an Irishman today. Oh well, I guess I'll have to make up for it with numerous shots of Jameson at the local street party. Cause my name's Hughes and I'm outta heeere.
Louis Gossett Jr. Is coaching Alabama St?
And ne'er the twain shall meet
Marty Brodeur is 20 minutes away from setting the record for career wins by a goalie. It's one of the biggest records in all of the NHL, but nobody cares. The 15,000 hardcore Devils fans out there are excited, but that's about it.
mark dropping some state. that's strong.
I need help with my bracket. Is a March Madness post forthcoming?
After the way you lambasted the Cauc Hop, Zoltan? No way.
Actually, thats not true. I'm just going to use that as the excuse for my absenteeism for the rest of this week.
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