Republicus
"Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me. I lift my lamp beside the golden door." The Statue of Liberty (P.S. Please be so kind as to enter through the proper channels and in an orderly fashion)
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That's what ya get for staying out drinking all night ;)
Yeah. Republicus got, uh, well, he got shit-faced.
But hey, it was the "Patrickotic" (get it? "Patrickotic"/patriotic?) thing to do, as you shall see in the next post.
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