Oh you with your fuckin rope

I was at this bar this weekend and we sit in fornt of the keroikee stage cause were friends with the fella who runs the keriokee, Jaimie…Ima fuckin name dropper…and hes always tryin to get me to sing and hes like lets sing this, lets sing this, no, no, no I protest, and hes like lets sing if I had a million dollars and lets do it in an Irish accent.  And I was like…damn….that idea is so well formulated that I would go so far as to call it "sound". 

Irish talk, "Were gonna sing this song with an irish accent."
Were just right fuckin daft enough to do it!"

So we did that and then Ive been randomly saying something in irish, to others or just myself, and then laughin for the last couple days and I was sittin here workin on homework with some stupid dumb thing about coming up with 3 good ideas for something for a kid to do or some pointless bullshit like that and I thought

1.  Leave me alone.
2.  Go buy me a snickers so as to avoid being slapped you wee little bastard.
3.  You kids wanna hear about how much fuckin acid I took in high schooL?  Gather round…

And then I thought that that would make 3 excellent chapter titles in a book on child rearing.  BUT THEN!  I said something in Irish.  Ya weeeeeeee little BASTARD!  I exclaimed.  Then I laughed.  Then I said I should watch Boondock Saints.  And then I said.You and your fuckin rope!  And then I laughed again.  Then I thought oh snap!  St Patricks day is coming up.  Then I said Im not the fuckin rope tottin Charles Bronson wannabee gettin us fuckin lost.  And then I laughed.  And then I thought I should just be sloppy drunk on st patricks day with a bunch of people, watch that movie with the people mentioned in the former (not a new group of people) and everybody can just say drunkin irish things to the movie.  And then I was like AHAHAHAHA YES! YES!  I rule!
 
And then I came here and wrote that down and now I dont feel like it.
 
This is why I stopped sharing with you people.  This…this was a bad idea…I think I should go.