this morning #277.

this morning, he was already on his fifth green beer & his fifteenth blue joke by the time his bros showed up to celebrate the shit out of their shared heritage in the most obnoxious way possible. if only his county cork relatives could see him now, with an oversized leprechaun hat atop his head & an unreasonable amount of green mardi gras beads dangling between his chin & his hairy, naked torso. today was the one day where he got to put on the dropkick murphys & rock out to punk bagpipes. by the days end, he’d also get to show off his fighting skills, engage in his trademark one-sided makeout session & narrowly avoid getting handcuffs thrown on him. it was all the luck of the irish.