Misery time was a misty time filled with a mystery unknown to me. A hated time a sedated time,that I had with the other three. after awhile it occured to me that the crime we committed was against thee. As a pacifist and a pessimist we walked into a bar. we saw you and didn't walk very far to see who you really were and where you were from. An out-of-towner at a local bar?As we approached your eyes turned bright red.Had we lost our heads or were the drinks which we drank affecting our seeing? We walked up to you(I'll admit some what afraid)and asked for your name. You replied with three little words,Androge antoine Mcvey.I made fun of you cause it's St.patty's day. Your name is Irish get the joke? Thats when you stood (only three feet high) looked at me and I choked. Had I truly hurt you deep inside?I told you my friend was along for the ride. you called me a coward and asked my name...Slim twit I replied. Ahhhh,said you, Slim Twit...are you an idiot?I choked again.Your eyes glew red and you (as you stood on the bar,the bartender as I recall was not pleased)you smacked me on the head. "SPEAK BOY SPEAK!!"you thundered. I thought the insides of my head would be torn asunder,but you yanked the words from out my mouth. No. You demanded my wallet for the address inside I gave it to you mesmerized by your eyes. Then your contact fell out and to my surprise your eyes were not red but blue. I guess you realized this.You ran for the door,but tripped on a bord that stuck up from the floor. I laughed and I laughed till I thought I would split.You spit,it was red there was a gash on your head and I took my wallet and left.Next time I see a leperchaun with a bad rash I'll keep moving my ass down the road. cause I'd perfer not to have my wallet stole.
Reason for writing:
It's St.patricks day.um...Yes.
Birth sign: Leo
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