BURN!

I officially hate Shamrocks.

I hate them.

HATE THEM.

I hate everything about them (except shamrock shakes!). They are driving me to drink. Seriously. They are. I drank Guinness because it only seemed fitting.

Why do I hate them? Two words: Water Tower. Another three: 30 minute bitchfest. Another four: At eleven at night.

Ugh. Here's what I think of shamrocks now:
They are the devil. Plan and shittin' simple.

Eirinn go freaking brach!