A Funny Irish T-Shirt Every Hour
This is a factual account of last year’s Saint Patrick’s Day celebration. It all centered on lots of alcohol, a city-wide pub crawl, and my goal to wear different funny Irish t-shirts every hour of the evening. This is a valiant tale of a valiant young man whom most likely did not realize the depth of the errors he would make later that evening. He may of ended as a villain, but he began the evening with the heart of a hero.
The plan was pretty genius. I would wear five funny Irish t-shirts and trade one each hour while I was out drinking for a smooch from a lovely Irish lass. I began at a pub crawl with my friends and we started the evening off with a great sense of bravado, smashing our way through three slammers of Irish whiskey as we walked through the door. This was a huge mistake, if not now than later when my inhibitions were way too low for common sense. The first hour ended with my friends leaving while I slowly talked a girl into letting me kiss her cheek for a funny Irish t-shirt.
Hour number two started at a bar down the street. The streets were full with revelers and I started the second hour by giving two of my funny Irish t-shirts to two more girls and having more shots of Jameson whiskey. Even if you were to ask me how much I drank after hour two, I would have to lie to give you an answer because I have no clue. My fault for not being a heavy drinker for most of the year. Hour two ended with me making out with a chubby girl with a blouse covered in green shamrocks.
In the third hour things started getting hazy. I know that the chunky girl had a brother, who punched me very hard in the ribs while I was kissing her. It hurt very much, but my efforts for revenge only got me ejected from the bar by bouncers…which also hurt pretty bad. I found the first pub I had gone to and proceeded to drink more shots of Jameson whiskey. Hour number three ended with me throwing up outside.
There is no accounting for the rest of the night. I have no idea what time I woke up, but it was on a smelly mattress in a jail cell. I had to have my friends bail me out, and I just now finished paying them back and paying for all of my fines. The fun I had that night in no way compensates for waking up sans funny Irish t-shirts in jail with hair dyed green. I do believe this year will be spent at home and watching Irish-themed movies. I may even go to mass.
To quench your thirst about funny Irish t-shirts there is a Website at funny Saint Patrick’s Day t-shirts where the process is described in detail.
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