Wednesday, March 16, 2005

Happy St. Pat's day.

Well the Irishmen are getting ready for all of there breakfasts in the morning. They will be drinking and eating green grits and eggs. One year they caught the table cloth on fire. Before they serve the green grits, they add booze to the big silver bowl and light it up, well, this time it almost burned the building down. One year, I went downtown and saw a pretty lady at the early part of morning, later that night I saw her again, ended up, fucking her brains out, I fucked her off and on for months, a great piece of St. Pat's day ass, those were the days. Cat.

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