This year, I'm prepared for St Patrick's Day. I am swathed in green, armed with Guiness and heading off to my home away from home, Madigan's Irish Pub to (I hope) be rewarded for my fidelity to Madigan's and no place else with a FREE T-shirt (or, in French, a free ti-chieurt). Nobody's going to pinch me and I might get a free drink out of the deal.
The only thing that sucks is that the real Irish all decided to take a trip to Rome for Saint Paddy's. No jigs tonight I guess. And probably a lot fewer shenanigans.
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