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NOBLE TRADITION

It’s New Year’s Eve! Let’s get knee-walking plastered. Don’t eat anything today, It gets to your bloodstream faster. It’s Saint Patty’s Day! Let’s get shitfaced on green beer. I’m Irish, so I am entitled, you see And I won’t be again until next year. It’s my birthday! Let’s get plowed out of our minds. Let’s drink everything in sight And screw every tramp we can find. It’s Saturday night now! Let’s do a bunch of beer bongs! Anything that’s okay with my gang It’s all good. It can’t be wrong. It’s Fourth of July today! Let’s have a picnic so we can drink. But not fancy cocktails for me. I don’t care for throwing up pink. It’s Labor Day today! Let’s do a chugalug contest today. We’ll laugh at nothing at all And drink the whole day away. It’s a sporting event tailgate party! Let’s get drunk together in a parking lot And act like the teenagers we think That we are when we really are not. It’s Happy Hour! Hooray! Let’s eat buffalo wings and imbibe And hope the cop that stops us Is okay with drunks or accepts a bribe. It’s a bachelor party right now! You don’t want to offend the host. Drink! Eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow Well, it will be more sober than you think.
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brent-kincaid
Published
Sep 30, 2015
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