St. Paddy's Day is here once again.
Let's share the laughter with our fake Irish friends.
Green all around, It'll make your eyes quiver.
They'll even dye a whole feckin river
For a holiday built on fictional junk
That's all an excuse to go out and get drunk.
We'll drink, we'll laugh, we'll drink and we'll play
And we won't be rememberin a ting the next day.
Once our livers are sufficiently ravaged
We'll retire home for some corned beef and cabbage.
It's Paddy not Patty, don't you forget!
Or a day o BAYTINS you will get!
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LOL I'm know to have a wee tipple me self!
Always makes for a great night! LoL
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