Sure, an' tis a grand day for to be gettin' drunk and havin' that tattoo done what ye've always been hankerin' for. Ye know that St. Pat hisself would approve, now. Faith, an' ye should have seen what HE had tattooed on his arse, the old divil what was. Go now -- the Guinness awaits ye.
[Reposted from 2010. So sue me, I was busy this week and didn't have time to write anything new. I figured a Blast From The Past would suffice!] [Also, just to be clear, I can use Irish stereotypes because I have Irish heritage myself *hic* so feck off!]