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what a way to celebrate st. patty's day. fuck not being irish (at least i wasn't the only non-irish person there). sue is ridiculously irish. she's also one hell of a succulent dancer. |
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"i'm a little leprachaun" says sue. she dazzles people with her leprachaun tongue ring and entrancing dance moves. she's so irish, she wears a gleaming shamrock sticker on her face.
sueey go braugh! |
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dave is thinking of very portuguese things in this picture, such as, "lusitano", "bastilla", and "jutipiga". he's also thinking that sue looks mighty succulent in that green shirt. |
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me and my deuce of zima... ahh good times. how i was longing to bash that bottle over the kook's head (compliments of sue). |
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kook, you get any closer and you'll be sure to lose an eye (or two). the singing and dancing is just a mere cover-up. |
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this would have been a really good picture, had the fucking big red streak not been in it. sue and i are making love to the camera, if you will. oh bowling (oh ally, we missed you). |
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sue's so irish, she could paint the town green. i'm so drunk that i don't even notice that that zima is empty already. |
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where are all my friends?
hello?
guys?
kook?
oh gawd...
oh scout... |
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less bowlin',
more drinkin'.
'nuff said.
we're too good for you.
bring it. |
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nobody fucks with us, we're bowlers.
ya heard? |
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you wanna fuck with these sexy bitches? we'll bowl you down any day.
bring it, ya heard?
sue = chums |
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i'm a really mean lady, and i'm gonna alert the bowling authorities that you girls are drinking in public. frankly, i've had enough of the bull, and so has my orange ball. i have a sequin, and it's had enough too. |
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sue is a drunken irish bowling hooligan. she doesn't fall for the mean lady's "nice" facade. sue's tougher than she'll ever be, and frankly she could bowl that bitch down any day, so she can bring it. |
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"where my girls at
from the front to back,
well is you feelin' that?
put your one hand up
can you repeat that?" |
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"how much deesh? what you mean? i have painsh (cue the tooth whistle). i am portuguese master of the bowling." |
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lay off the booze, caroline. funny, i don't remember her drinking at all that nite...... |
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once again, sue is caught in the act of dancing. i told you she danced. her comment?
"what can i say? i'm a bowlin' demon, and i'm irish to boot. what more could you ask for?" |
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"what do you mean, the kook's driving us home?"
hey, you would be too. |
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free refills?
you're goddamn right we know mary.
hey, can we get another order of fries?
and how about some more soda? |
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"think you can outdrink this? bring it, bitch. and as for bowlin', i ain't too shabby neither."
english 12 honors. |
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oh effershtilla. i know you want me. everyone does. i'm the angelita of the bowling alley, ya heard?
and so st. patty's day comes to a close. |
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