My least favorite day to live in New York City. Essentially, the city turns into a frat house. It's joyless and chaotic, like New Year's Eve, only prejudiced.
I found a great place to hide out from St. Patty's. It's called "The Coast of Utopia: Shipwreck". It's also joyless and chaotic, and there's some Irish people and even a little prancing leprechaun. There's also a reasonable possibility of some stranger vomiting on you, but at least it won't be Bud Lite.
I found a great place to hide out from St. Patty's. It's called "The Coast of Utopia: Shipwreck". It's also joyless and chaotic, and there's some Irish people and even a little prancing leprechaun. There's also a reasonable possibility of some stranger vomiting on you, but at least it won't be Bud Lite.
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