9 out of 10 monkeys believe they are not behind glass

I love Irish Car Bombs. They are delicious, yet dangerous.

Because, my word, they make you feel it the next day. There is no escape from the raging black and tan fury of the Guinness, the Whiskey, and the Irish Cream. A Molotov cocktail for the the discerning Irish drunk.

I almost view them as my own personal analogue of Romulan Ale.

“Captain’s log, supplemental. The Enterprise hosted Chancellor Gorkon and his party to dinner last night. Our manners weren’t exactly Emily Post. Oh, note to the galley, Romulan ale no longer to be served at diplomatic functions.”
- James T. Kirk, Star Trek VI, The Undiscovered Country

“Do you know anything about a radiation surge, Chekov?’
“Only the size of my head.”
“I know what you mean…”
- Kirk and Chekov (both nursing a terrible hangover), Star Trek VI, The Undiscovered Country

I am beat, a bit short of flogged. My eyes are red, a bit short of Sweeney Todd kind of blood red.

And there is no one to blame but myself. No sympathy for the willing drunk, right?

Well twice a year is rare enough that I just have to remind myself why I shouldn’t drink so much.

…

What? What do you mean, St. Patty’s day is only once a year?