03/17/2010 05:51 AM
Today we make a break for it. Some of us may not come back. A tasty Ruben and a couple of pints of Guinness will do most fine for a festive holiday lunch break. For some, that Rueben coupled with those tasty, dark pints of Guinness, will lead to a not-so-surprising get together with a rocker glass full of Jameson. Kiss going back to work goodbye Sally, cause it’s ON. Oh, and forget about your buddy Paul coming in to work on Thursday, he’ll be going to bed as you’re rolling into that shitty parking stall a million miles away from the front door. Do Paul a favor, keep your trap shut. Don’t go around being a narco; “Oh you should have seen Paul yesterday at lunch!” Douche move. It’s not cool. Let Paul tell his story cause #1 you were a pussy by leaving early, so you don’t know what the fuck happened. #2 you left early cause you needed to get back to work to “look good” for your middle-management drone. #3 see number one.
So be brave today, and take a along lunch for the Irish. Work will be there when you get back, cause we know Paul ain’t carrying his load today. Take a look around and soak it in. Cease the day my friends. We are only here once... unless you’re Shirley MacLaine and you’ve done this before, albeit in shabby clothing no less. Find your bliss. For some it may be the alcohol and for others, it may be the food and alcohol...ah my Irish eyes are smiling. Ok there French-English eyes but today they be Irish so fookin’ deeel wid it laddy.For the true revelers, it’s the friends that surround you. They’re the ones worth taking the extra time for at lunch. Plus, you may need an extra friend cause Paul is a heavy son of a bitch.
Tags: Guinness, Jameson, St. Paddy's , Rueben