St. Pat drove the snakes out of Ireland, and in his honor, we drive sobriety out of our bodies. Finally, my Irish heritage (guilt, shame, an overwhelming urge to self-destruction) comes in handy. Wear the green, enjoy the sunshine, and raise a glass. There are good things in this world, and they come in a pint, a book, or a dress. May the road rise up to meet your feet, and may you be in heaven five minutes before the devil knows you’re dead.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day Everyone
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