A Loose Collection of Beer
A bit of Guinness was spilt, on the barroom floor, as the pub was closed for the night.
Soon, out of his hole ran a wee brown mouse and stood in the pale moonlight.
He drank 'til the bubbly brew was all gone, then upon the floor he sat.
And all night long you could hear him roar, "Now, bring on your goddam cat!"
An Irishman is never drunk
so long as he can hold on to one blade of grass and not fall off the face of the
"And so it was said: that on the eighth and extra day, God did indeed create beer to prevent the Irish from conquering the world." - Old Irish Proverb
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