Speaking of kikes.....

This girl I know (Susan) is dating this dude with big ol' bitch tits. A few weeks ago, I went to her house with some friends of mine and her boyfriend was wearing this shirt that said "Kiss Me! I'm Irish!". His last name is Cohen. He's not fucking Irish.

This past Friday, I was at a brewery with some of the same friends and Man-Tits Cohen came up in the conversation and someone mentioned he might be Irish just because he wore that shirt. I blurted out "He's NOT Irish! He's Jewish! His last name is Cohen!" That ended that conversation really quick.

nothing but a green condom.

maroonsaint no.

I own one green shirt I bought for St. Patrick's day. I will be wearing it to the parade today. I mostly go for the crowds and bars with live music, but the parade is okay.

Why the fuck would I be celebrating whiny Catholic Southerners?

What is a seven course Irish dinner?

Nope. Navy blue oxford dress shirt. I'm not Irish. Not even a little bit. Not even on St. Patrick's Day.

No, but I forgot it was St. Patrick’s Day and saw a huge military contingent marching through the streets of Manhattan and it angered me because I interpreted it as a show of force and it reminded me that one of them may kill me when I resist WEF 2030 Globohomo Reset ChildFuckFest.

Yes, some of my ancestors were Irish.

Hell no. Only orange today! Those Catholic bastards can go right to hell. ;)