the st. patrick’s day excuse
is it really necessary to get so drunk that you stumble to a nice restaurant after a st. p’s day parade, order a mess of food, drink even more, curse like a sailor through your (and every other patron’s) meal and then complain about the price on the check?
is it necessary to get so drunk during and after a parade that the person unlucky enough to be the designated driver has to pull over on the plaza, open the sliding door in the mini van and wait there while you puke your guts up all over the street within view and earshot of the people trying to enjoy dinner at previously alluded-to restaurant?
is it necessary to get so drunk during a st. p’s day celebration that you end up accused of taking a cab home (good call) but then pulling a gun on the cabbie when you don’t have the cash to pay the fare?
dad always says, ‘getting drunk puts you in situations that require real clear thinking.’
rock’n'roll (’n’ don’t puke during dinner ya moron!)