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Day of Infamy

Gadzooks man!

4 Days until mass intoxication. The thought of it makes me almost taste the tuborg that will turn me into an animal. During the day we drink and in the dusk we hobble around like uncontrolable zombies, moving toward the sound of bar music. Yes, paddys day is only around the bend. One hell of a bender.

Theres that mass delusion that he wants us to get hammered in his name. We all know its not true, but we force ourselves to believe the only think that will make sense in those precious 24 hours. Alcohol, our only true saviour. Im sure all the n00b bartenders and getting the brief, to learn how to handle their taps, take orders over the roar of parched patrons all screaming for the cure too their illness and serve their country. America has its wars and its heroes, Ireland has its Bars and its bartenders. Nothing, and I mean nothing, can be more chaotic than a popular bar on St patricks day.

My plans for the occasion are uncertain, and theres a chance I wont come back. But I can assure you that when I say that if I take any shots (On occasion I love Vodka and its been awhile ), and I live to tell the tale, ill write up my exploits here.


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