Monday, March 17, 2008

Irish I were Drunk

To you lucky bastards who have the day off, be safe out there. If you drink, don't drive. Just stumble over to The D's house.

To you poor eejits who, like myself, are working for The Man today, join me in chorus of the Irish drinking song.

May those who love us love us.
And those that don't love us,
May God turn their hearts.
And if He doesn't turn their hearts,
May he turn their ankles,
So we'll know them by their limping.

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1 comment:

  1. I'm so happy I didn't end up wandering over to The D's house. Lord knows what I would have saw there in my drunken state.


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