Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Irish pubs on St. Patrick’s Day

I love me some shepherd’s pie and a pint most days of the year. But when March 17 rolls around, I avoid green and McPubs like the plague. Arse clowns in the cups assume fake brogues and dance around like leprechauns who’ve finally found their pot o’ gold. And mo chuisle, it's "Erin Go Bragh," not Erin go braless.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, you’re not even Irish, for feck’s sake!

Take off the dumbass green bowler—it’s your unlucky charm today, Danny Boy—so I can beat you about the ears with a shillelagh. Better yet, here’s a pipin’ hot pot of colcannon. If you want to be Irish, you’ll need to suffer a little.

(photo: blogs.pitch.com/fatcity)

9 comments:

Austin said...

You and me both. St. Patrick's Day would better be dubbed, "Amateur Night." Avoid.

Cameron said...

I was writing something similar for my own blog today. Now, I feel my anger has properly and more accurately been voiced. Thanks for stealing my thunder.

Jennifer Worick said...

No problem, Cameron. It's what I do. ;)

Teecycle Tim said...

Which is worse, St. Patrick's Day or New Year's Day?

Jennifer Worick said...

I take a knee on both of them, although I will say that my NYEs have been much more traumatic (http://thingsiwanttopunchintheface.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-years-eve.html), since I've been smart enough to avoid SPD most years.

Michaela said...

That picture makes me nostalgic...

Yet Another Steve said...

Yeah, it's so hard to find the charm (lucky or not) in green puke.

Sue (Vintage Rescue) said...

Quite possibly my least-fave "holiday" of the year. Hoping to avoid all the blarney.

Anonymous said...

When I die, take me back to Ireland, and drag me through the forty pools-o-green.

Ach, the midget bit me!