My bro: Happy St. Patrick's Day, my sistah. Time to get to drinking.
Me: Dude, it's 6am. If you want to live to drink, leave me alone.
My bro: Now it's beer time.
Me: Enjoy! Have one for me. Or maybe two.
My bro: Or 4?
Me: Just remember where you live and you will be good.
My bro: I will. Plus, I have to work at 6am.
My bro: What r u up tooo irish woman?
Me: Dude, we ain't Irish. We're Polish, remember?
My bro: On dad's side yes we are. We have to be. I have a red beard yo.
Me: Good point.
My bro: We're both ginger daywalkers (WTF? Seriously, no clue.) how can we not b irish?
My bro: Plus I love whiskey. hehe
Me: Whiskey isn't green beer.
My bro: It's irish whiskey. It's all good as long as you think green thoughts while yoo drink.
Me: Allrighty then. Have fun. BE SAFE.
Me: How many fingers am I holding up, sir?
My bro: 12. at least.
Me: Yep, you are correct.
My bro: Thanks ossifer. U have a good afternunn.
Me: No driving, K?
My bro: Am home. Bar is block from my hommme. Walked home. Only hit one car.
Me: Cool. Night then.
My bro: Night to you two.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009