St. Patty's night saw Sean ready to go home from his Local. He went to get off the bar stool and fell flat on his face. Mike the barman asked "Would ya like a hand there Sean me lad?". "Nah Mike I'm fine, just need some air." Sean replied. He levered himself up using the stool and started to head for the door. As he took his first step his legs gave out and he fell once again. "Oh, bloody!" he mumbled. Sean then began to drag himself to the door. When he reached it he pulled himself up the frame and then leaning on the frame opened the door. As he stepped out, he once more fell on his face. "Sod it all!" he groaned. "I'll just crawl home." As Sean reached his door he deciced that he'd probably sobered enough to stand and climb the stairs. He dragged himself up and opened the door to step inside. After taking a step in his legs once more collapsed. "Bloody fuckin' hell!" He bellowed. He dragged himself up the stairs and into bed.
The next morning his wife, Siabon, woke him up. "You were drunk again, weren't you Sean? Admit it." "What are you on about woman. Stop your whinging. How do you know? Eh?"
"I know because Mike, the barman called... Ye forgot yer bloody wheelchair at the Pub."
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You, on your knees...
Some call me the Dark Lord, you can call me Master...
Some take delight in the carriages a rollin' and others take delight in the Hurley and the Bowlin', I take delight in the juice of the barley and courting pretty lasses in the mornin' bright and early...
Why thank you... God made Whiskey to keep the Irish from taking over the Earth.
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You, on your knees...
Some call me the Dark Lord, you can call me Master...
Some take delight in the carriages a rollin' and others take delight in the Hurley and the Bowlin', I take delight in the juice of the barley and courting pretty lasses in the mornin' bright and early...
Slowly but surely we shall breed everyone else out of existance.
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You, on your knees...
Some call me the Dark Lord, you can call me Master...
Some take delight in the carriages a rollin' and others take delight in the Hurley and the Bowlin', I take delight in the juice of the barley and courting pretty lasses in the mornin' bright and early...
