No matter how much green food dye I put in my beer, it won’t turn green! Lousy Guinness!
Happy St Patty’s everyone! 
“Penises don’t belong in the mouth, girls and boys. You’ve got the wrong hole there. Just like you wouldn’t shove pizza up your nose.”
-From the Brother Jed flyer-
: :pours himself a Black-and-Tan::
Great party, y’all! Happy St. Pat’s Day!
Nice outfit, psycat! Dem, I’ll try not to drool too much… 
Jodi, didja bring Ben along? I mean, we’ve got to scope him out and see if he rates the SDMB Seal of Approval…
Happy St. Pat’s, all!
I’m sipping away happily on a Bent River Oatmeal Stout. Okay, okay, so it isn’t Irish; it’s what I had around. Of course I can always dump it in a houseplant if someone will pull me a Guinness.
::sniffs suspiciously::
That IS the boiled cabbage, isn’t it?
Veb
OK, here’s me checking in for the first time.
Not normally being a celebrator of Paddy’s day, being English and all, but thought i’d make an exception being in Chicago, city of the plastic Irish…
Anyway, much beer consumed so far, we started at 11 am, unfortunately, I fell asleep on the train home to,59th St and ended up on 219th st…oops…but now, after 3 hours sleep, i’m almost sober again and it’s time to go out again…wooohooo…back later with more drunk news hot off the press.
<Rushing in from a very hectic day> Sorry I’m late, everyone! Whew! Slythe, I could really use a grasshopper right now.
Thanks! <gulp, takes a looong sip> Ahhh, that’s better. Say, Psycat, look our shamrocks match!!
Don’t make me come down there.
God
Hey, somebody invite the nekked people from the other party!
Shadowfox
“The dead have risen, and they’re voting Republican!” - Bart Simpson
Damn I’m late. Okay, the party’s now official, the Irishman is here!
(Yeah, the second thread I’ve pulled that one on. Gee, I need new material.)
Now where did I leave that pot of gold…?
No drink till you give a toast!
Damn, they’re dying again… My houseplants could sure use some nourishment Veb!
Slythe, here’s a toast to good ol’ Finnegan who would never see a drink go to waste!
Mike Mulligan had a steam shovel,
a beautiful red steam shovel.
Her name was Mary Anne.
Did I fail to mention there are 11 empty beer bottles on my desktop?
I’ve got 4 Guinness empties, 1/2 bottle of Glen Eden, an empty pizza box, a can of whipped cream with NO propellent left, and a great idea scribbled on a napkin: For the senior with an active sex life-Crotchless Depends!
OK folks, it’s time for part two…
I’m totally bladdered. That’s iy.
I slept for 3 hours. Then went out drinking again. I love you guys.
Sun…up
Tongue…fuzzy
Eyes…blurry
Feet…tied to bedpost?
Sensitive body parts…pierced??..no, clip-on.
Bottle…empty
Bladder…full!
Cow…in bathroom?!
Exedrin is a good thing. Oh why did they have to start with the leaf blowers this morning? Why are these keystrokes so loud and piercing? Ugghhh…
Here we go again…had a few, but not drunk tonight…was too hungover to really go for it tonight. But, I did fid the coolest dance club ever, it’s called Aura, that’s where we’re all going at the next Chicago vomit fest (copyright the rocket scientist).
oh my gtod what a hangover I have.
well, at least one person wants to meet me…
http://fathom.org/polldata/pollcheck.adp?poll=dope-page5&question=62
Cheers!!
What exactly did you bozos cook in my microwave? And where the hell is my chihuahua??