I must concur with my partner in crime St. Patrick's Day is the drunkards Christmas, I stay up late picking out my best green shirt for the glory of St. Paddy. For a Black-Irishman like myself (shout out to Kerry and my triple Great Grandma) this day means everything to me. So when the 17th rolls around rip some Drop Kick Murphy's from the stereo and head down to a dirty pub with all your like minded friends and ruin ur day. So grab a green pitcher, five car bombs, and if everything goes well you wake up in a bed not belonging to you!
-S. Beamin
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