In the immortal words of some drunk ass somewhere in the middle of the US - Erin Go Braugh! What does that mean? Something about Erin's bra, I'm sure. Dumbass - it's Éirinn go brách. Whatever. It's St Patrick's Day. The day when everyone is a little Irish and for some reason everything turns green. And has puke on it.
Celebrating a Saint used to be a solemn occasion, when people would go to church, have a prayer or two, and say thank you to whichever saint they were celebrating for whatever it was he or she did. St Patrick's is different. Perhaps its because the Irish are pissed that one of the Patron Saints of Ireland isn't actually Irish. He was Welsh. Oh yeah, and the part about how he was kidnapped and forced into slavery by the Irish. Gotta love us, don't ya?
Somehow through some strange twist of fate (and let's say it folks - it had NOTHING TO DO WITH SNAKES!!!!) he became a patron saint of this tiny little island.
But for some reason, and perhaps its just the genetic makeup of the Irish people (of which I count myself proudly) instead of having a solemn thankful day, we make sure to ruin the day with massive amounts of drink, puke and bar fights. GO IRISH!
And oh yeah, I'm staying home.
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