Did God invent whiskey to keep the Irish from ruling the world?
 

Somebodys going to be hurting from all the green beer and shots over the next 24 hours. How many will start at midnight tonight?

midnight?

hahahah noon motherfucker!!!

Ohhh someone is going to be feeling good ~

reminds me of the family guy view on the irish :) lol

why give god credit for creating whiskey?

if anything god made "weed"

man made alcohol, who you gonna trust more?

:1orglaugh

it sucks, i have class until about 9 tomorrow so i wont be able to go to the bar till 10 or so

hmmm I never thought about it that way.

You are definitly starting to quote my lines hardcore !!!

Who cares they throw one hell of a holiday

:glugglug

Haha good one:thumbsup

Even for an Irish Girl like myself, Midnight's a little much..and I don't do well on the job while under the influence of Irish Whiskey. Besides, I started my celebrating last Friday at Dublin's on Sunset Blvd. Let me just say that I should be wearing a T-shirt that reads, " I fell down drunk at Dublins" or " I got in a fight and got bitchslapped at Dublins" :Oh crap


I'm hoping my Celebrating tomorrow will be way less eventful than the pre-celebrating that has already been going on. :Hollering





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45 mins til works ends and the bottoms go up. Who is with me on this one?

I am with you on this one, Janell.

Just jump on a plane to LA and I'll be waiting for you, probably face down on some random sidewalk on Sunset. Look for me, I'll be the girl in green.. Bah ha ha..


Actually, I'll be walking to and from the little Irish pub on the corner of my street.



Cheers!

An Irishman had been drinking at a pub all night. The bartender finally said that the bar is closing. So the Irishman stood up to leave fell flat on his face. He tried to stand one more time; same result. He figured he'll crawl outside and get some fresh air and maybe that will sober him up.

Once outside, he stood up and fell on his face again. So he decided to crawl the four blocks home. When he arrived at the door he stood up and fell flat on his face. He crawled through the door and into his bedroom. When he reached his bed he tried one more time to stand up. This time he managed to pull himself upright, but he quickly fell right into the bed and is sound asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

He was awakened the next morning to his wife standing over him, shouting, "SO YOU'VE BEEN DRINKING AGAIN!" Putting on an innocent look, and intent on bluffing it out he said, "What makes you say that?" "The pub just called; you left your wheelchair there again."