Yuck of the Irish

I've been told I have Irish lineage. Then again, who doesn't anymore? So with my preconceived notion that I'm some part Irish, I always feel the need to gulp a few pints on St. Patrick's Day. Maybe it's just because I like beer, maybe it's because I can enjoy a frothy Irish stout any given time of day...I'm not really sure where my love for the holiday originates. Either way, I usually go an extra length to be at a bar/pub/ale house at some point on the 17th and down a few. More and more I've learned:

People use St. Patrick's Day as an excuse to be total jackasses.

Luckily, this was accompanied by girls with shamrocks on their boobs.