I almost stepped in vomit. Then, yesterday it happened twice more. This shit is over, puking in public is dixtreme. Fuck Saint Patrick. I'll puke on his baldspot. Morgan had to flee a bar in Bston because someone puked all over with the rot of irishdead. Literally, the bar was evacuaded.
Moral of the story:
St. Patrick is a pedophile. Puking sucks. Encountering Puking sucks. Let us come together and hencefornthe declare: THERE SHALL BE NO MORE IRISH VOMIT ON THESE SEATTLE SHOReS. I want signs that say PUKE FREEZONE.
ALso, we had a lovely St. Patricks. Horrible day but remember the ending worked out relatively. Things blur, and I have the hiccups.
Irish Jam is among the greatest movies ever made.
I cant stop hiccuping. I cant stat puking.
I can only blam the germans
fuckthisshitim hitting save
Razor wrote:Killing people is good therapy.

