I’ve spoken before of my distaste for “holidays” which simply serve as a catalyst for “social drinking”, not the least because like New Year’s Eve, they put a whole bunch of amateur drinkers out on the streets and behind the wheel of a car.
Most egregious of these is St. Patrick’s Day: a time when, as the marketing goes, everyone turns Irish and drinks Guinness, Bushmills and Tullamore Dew.
Except me. This would be like commemorating “St. Boromir Day” when I wear a Cossack hat and drink chilled neat vodka till I fall over. What a farce.
Still, let me not be a killjoy. There are always the costumes:
Makes you proud to be “Irish”, dunnit?
Saint Patrick’s Day chapter in the Book of Train Smash Women?
meh, people having a good time. I don’t know why people have to come up with ways to celebrate or have a good time. No one is shooting at you and you’re alive, isn’t that enough of a reason to celebrate?
BTW we don’t need to see some dudes in banana hammocks. On the other hand, more women dressed attractively would be nice.
I have Lady Readers, remember.
The middle bimbo in the last photo looks kinda like Chelsea Clinton. Did Hubbard and the witch have a second child that we didn’t know about?