FOR MANY YEARS AND UNPROVEN REASONS, I HAVE DREAMED OF THE BLOOD OF IRISHMEN. WHAT DID THEY BLEED? I HEARD GUINNESS, I HEARD POTATO JUICES AND I'VE HEARD LIQUID GOLD. TODAY, I FOUND OUT.
I MET AN IRISHMAN TODAY, HIS NAME WAS JAKE, A LOOSE WORD CAME OUTTA HIS MOUTH, SO I STABBED HIM IN THE FUCKING LEG.
HE CRIED AND SCREAMED AS I HELD HIM DOWN, STABBY STABBY STAB, WITH MY PENKNIFE, I THEN GOT THE FUCK OUT OF THERE OF COURSE REMEMBERING TO PAY THE TAB.
SO I LOOKED AT MY KNIFE AND FUCK WAS IT DARK. IT WAS THE BLOOD OF A DEMON. THEN AGAIN, IT WAS NIGHT SO IT WAS HARD TO SEE THE BLOOD OF THAT IRISHMAN.
I GAVE IT A LICK, THE POINT OF MY TONGUE CLEANING THE COLD STEEL OF MY KNIFE. MY THIS WASN'T FUCKING BEER! I YELLED WITH A RAGE. THIS FUCKING COULD PASS OFF AS VINEGAR AND NOTHING MORE.
SO I WENT THE FUCK HOME, TOOK A NAP AND FUCKING LISTENED TO SOME THE PIXIES. IT WAS SWELL.
TheTest
Was his name Ronan?
[ IrishGun ]
Lost-Chances
....I'm not sure. I remember the O'Conner part, but that's it.