Well, blogger just ate my masterwork of a St. Pete's day post, which, as a blogging-guy, makes me mad. However, as an Irishman, it really chaps my hide! And as a Scotsman, it really burns my britches! And as a Native American, it insults my noble pride! And as a Dane, it makes me want to pillage and rape! Alot!
Funny, I've noticed all of the nationalities in my hodge-podge of historical family makeup, combine to form one genetically disposed to drinking. One might say, this combination has spawned an Uber-Drinker. It's also given me a firey, impulsive temper!
So I'm going to go get pissed-drunk, get my zombie-axe, find the blogger servers...and heeeey, wait a sec...I shouldn't give the authorities too much information here, if indeed, I am going to commit a crime of some kind. You just imagine the rest. If you want a happy St. Pete's day post, read Q-dog's. It's really great.
*note to self - replace zombie-axe*
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