Well, hey there, friend. Sorry I'm a little late tonight. I'm a very religious person when it comes to St. Patrick's Day, you understand. So I start worshiping pretty early. A few prayers with breakfast, a few more prayers with lunch, and you get the idea.

Anyway, sometimes you need a nap after all that worshiping.

It's a small price to pay for St. Patrick's Blessings.

Oh, look at Chester.

Hey, I like your little green hat, buddy.

You've been worshipping a little to yourself?

And back in the drink he goes.

Come on in, friend.

Hmm.

That's better.

Hey, let me tell you about this holiday.

Being Irish myself or a virus descent, you can say, I can speak with authority on the subject.

You see, St. Patrick was a fifth century Romano-British Christian missionary,

and he was also a bishop in Ireland.

Well, what he would do every March 17th is squirt green food coloring into his beer, you understand.

Get really drunk and have fistfights with his

brothers. Then, of course, he'd sneak out of the party without saying goodbye. He loved that

shipping up the Boston song. You know, where the guy lost his leg?

I heard it was his ringtone and everything.

So, oh, sorry.

Got the damn microphone there.

Smoke them if you got them and drink your glass to the bottom.

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