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RE: On the Druken but Merry Heels of St. Patrick's: An Appalachian Irish-American History Lesson in Song
He was consummately drunk and really fuckin proud of his tan at that juncture and that was the morning of day two as the sun was about to rise.
That's happened to me a few times when I was young. Now I'd rather be pale.