Hey folks,
Sorry for the unexpected absence. Apparently, even my legendary immune system (about which many songs have been sung by the children of the villages of Borneo) occasionally takes a day off. Beware the Ides of March, Romans! If it's not 23 stab wounds, it's nausea accompanied by fatigue and deep muscle aching.
I was going to regale you with tales from the studio, but it's all just a hazy memory at this stage. I'm pretty sure I took my shirt off during my harmony session for some unknown reason. The time change must have thrown me off, causing me to think I was still in my bed experiencing a beautiful shirtless man-dream. I'm still not 100% sure if this happened.
Ok, my little leprechauns - have a Happy St. Patrick's Day or as the Irish like to call it: "Amateur Hour." A little clue for you from a guy who knows: if you find yourself on Saturday night standing in line for a half hour to suddenly pay a $10 cover just to get into the local "Irish" pub that's free the other 364 days of the year, you're just an asshole. A stupid, stupid asshole. Pog mo thoin!
Sorry for the unexpected absence. Apparently, even my legendary immune system (about which many songs have been sung by the children of the villages of Borneo) occasionally takes a day off. Beware the Ides of March, Romans! If it's not 23 stab wounds, it's nausea accompanied by fatigue and deep muscle aching.
I was going to regale you with tales from the studio, but it's all just a hazy memory at this stage. I'm pretty sure I took my shirt off during my harmony session for some unknown reason. The time change must have thrown me off, causing me to think I was still in my bed experiencing a beautiful shirtless man-dream. I'm still not 100% sure if this happened.
Ok, my little leprechauns - have a Happy St. Patrick's Day or as the Irish like to call it: "Amateur Hour." A little clue for you from a guy who knows: if you find yourself on Saturday night standing in line for a half hour to suddenly pay a $10 cover just to get into the local "Irish" pub that's free the other 364 days of the year, you're just an asshole. A stupid, stupid asshole. Pog mo thoin!
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I blame the mensroom at the Sligo for your illness. Looking forward to returning to Davis Square in 2036, to discover that they STILL DON'T HAVE ANY MOTHERF@CKING SOAP IN THERE!!! You can't park your car in a resident space for 30 seconds without getting a $50 ticket in Somerville, but apparently it's ok that the bartenders at the Sligo have been taking a shit without washing their hands and then serving me Guiness for the last five plus years.
Disgusting place, yet I return, year after year, like some species of stupid, flightless bird.
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