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alcohol abuse, drunken Irishmen, holidays, Irish people, Jameson, Smaktakula's alcoholic nationalism, St. Patrick'd Day, true meanings of holidays, W.B. Yeats
By Smaktakula
Erin Go Bragh!
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?
W.B. Yeats
Brought To You By Jameson Whiskey. Keeping The Earth Safe From Irish Global Domination For 230 Years.
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