Saint Patty's Paddy

After purposely trying to run over some school kids and fingering a white dude in the street and telling him "fucking american" I finally made it to work. My boss aint here and the irish guy is wearing a Saint Patty's day hat. It makes me wanna have a beer. The french girl gave me a snobby look that said "buncha drunks". I gotta gettouta here.

I tried napping in the car but it didn't work. My eyes get redder by the minute and I STINK.

I am boring myself and polar bears are endangered by the long summers and continually decreasing ice mass. Gringos are making sharks with transmitters and buying real estate in Panama. I wish they would all shove their conservative crosses up there arses. (Am I going to hell for that one?)


"One summer evening drunk to hell..." Put on the Pogues, grab a beer. And say cheers to Saint Paddy, Micheal Collins, Guiness and Emerald Irie. I'm outta here. Too punk for this shit.

Bien... Happy Saint Patty