Whenever anyone asks me where my family is from, I immediately say I’m a Native American. For some reason they always get all mad at me, claiming that the only “Native Americans” are the American Indians, which is complete horse shit. I mean, if the “Native Americans” are so fucking great, then why don’t you explain to me why none of them were on “The Dream Team." And where were they when #41 Joey Chestnut took home the Mustard Belt for the fourth straight year? The fact of the matter is that bros’ families came to this country hundreds of years ago and made it a lot fucking better. I mean, if you ask me the Indians got off pretty easy. Yeah there was some minor collateral damage like disease, loss of their homes, and massive widespread death, but come on, they got Casinos! I don’t even have a Casino, and I’m a fucking bro. Anyways, the point is, even though bros consider themselves American, they’ll never forget where their ancestors came from. Luckily for me there’s a holiday remembering my homeland, so I'll never forget. For 364 days of the year you’ll find me #4 chanting U-S-A, but for one day, I’m the most Irish person you’ll ever fucking meet. Happy St. Patrick’s Day.
St. Patrick’s Day is one of the greatest bro holidays of all time, and being 75% Irish, I couldn’t be more proud. While every race has it’s stereotypes, such as Asians working hard, Arabs being terrorists, and fat girls giving great head since they’re always so hungry, the Irish are known for their drinking. Therefore, every activity on St. Patrick’s Day is devoted to getting fucking wasted. And it’s not like this shit’s exclusive to Irish people like other elitist holidays (Kwanzaa), everyone and their fucking mother celebrates St. Patrick’s Day.
I always find it hilarious that fucking Bro-Haters think the most important St. Patrick’s Day traditions are shit like making Soda Bread or singing Irish lullabies. Fuck that, the only thing you need to do on St. Patrick’s Day is wear green and get as fucked up as humanly possible. And honestly, If you forget to wear green, you deserve all the shit you get. Every year I hunt around my office looking for hot girls who chose to disrespect my heritage by not wearing green. I usually give them the old sneak attack and pinch their ass. At first I’ll blame it on a Leprechaun, but if she complains to HR, I just give the “rules are rules” defense and they really can’t do shit. Partially because, I’m right, anyone not wearing green is just begging to be pinched, but mostly because it’s not sexual harassment if the girl likes it.
Much like an attention-craving, high maintenance girl’s #81 birthday, bros realize St. Patrick’s Day isn’t just one day - shit lasts the entire month. A single day isn’t nearly enough time to honor the greatest Bro King population in the World. Instead, the minute the calendar turns to March, festivals, #92 bar crawls, and parades invade cities. Personally, I’ve honored my Irish ancestors these past two weekends by drinking all day long and then #29 grinding on random chicks and you better fucking believe I’ll be dry humping on the dance floor to “Shipping Up to Boston” again this weekend.
St. Patrick’s Day proves that Ireland and everything the country stands for, particularly the drinking, is important as shit. Do people ever act like they do on St. Patrick’s Day for all the other countries in the World? Fuck no. I don’t see many long ass lines waiting to get into Au Bon Pain for croissants on fucking Bastille Day. Sure everyone has Coronas and shit on Cinco de Mayo, but come on, is anyone outside of American fugitives taking harbor in Tijuana really proud to be a Mexican?
With St. Patrick’s Day upon us, Irish bros honor their heritage and non-Irish bros honor how fucking awesome Irish bros are. As I chug my pint of Guinness tonight while listening to the Irish bands sing songs about, well, chugging pints of Guinness, I’ll think back to my ancestors who boarded that ship to start a new life in America. I’ll think about the sacrifices they made. I’ll think about those “Native” Americans and wonder if they’re feeding their newfound hobby of crippling alcoholism with shots of Jameson. But most importantly, I’ll think about all the slam pieces out there wishing they had some Irish in them. This year, not only will Irish Eyes be smiling, but Irish Boners will be pounding. God Bless Ireland and God Bless Bros.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
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your a fucking god!
Spot on about Native Americans Ned, If bro's ancestors never came from Europe Indians would still be sitting around sober in Tee-Pees in the "Cherokee Nation." Sounds fucking lame. Now they get to pimp around their casinos drunk as fuck while not paying taxes or thanking us in any way. Plus nothing makes it easier to get into college than saying your great great grandma was named pochahantas
KISS ME IM BRO
Fuck yea. im only like a quarter Irish but today i will be celebrating my Irish "heritage" by getting blackout drunk and grinding on slammies
Bros are the shit
The college version of this holiday is "Unofficial" St. Patrick's Day down on the campus of University of Illinois. It gives bros an excuse to wake up at 6:00am to do car bombs and power hours while at school, and then come home for Spring Break to celebrate the "Official" St. Patrick's Day. Unofficial and Official have to be the two most bro holidays ever.
God damn St. Patrick's Day is bro as shit, I love this day! God Bless Bros!
As a fellow Illini Bro (Engineering '06), I must concur with my fellow alumnus and say both Unofficial and Official St Patricks Days are the shit. Even though the brohaters that run the U of I have cracked down on the festivities and turned it into a sausagefest, I have belief that things will get better soon.
But all that is behind me now that I live in one of the most bri friendly towns in America: Santa Barbara, CA.
Happy St Pat Day and Hail to the Orange
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St. Patty's Day is absolutely bro as shit but a real celebration, which is actually a month long celebrated by all, is Oktoberfest. God bless the Bromans.
chugging some guinness and baileys with my irish bro macklemore providing the soundtrack
kennedy bro for life
mentioning dirty inguns and how they have casinos made me think casinos would be a great fucking post.
think about it: vegas, gambling, slampiece cocktail waitresses, staying in the most lucrative hotels ever built, and winning. all staples in any bros diet
Hey Bro. The Indians gave us lax and casino gambling. They owe us nothing.
Native Americans got blazed as shit all the time smokin the fucking peace pipe, they drank a shitload, played lax and then somehow mindfucked their way into owning casinos and not paying taxes. Sounds pretty fuckin bro to me
St. Patty's Day is Savannah was epic as usual. Chippewa Square was rowdy as shit! What a hell of a party, and we'll do it all again tonight and tomorrow
How sick are bag pipes? Everytime I hear bag pipes I want to go mel gibson on some bro haters.
And then I remember how much mel gibson loves getting hammered, and then I remember that Im listening to bag pipes because its St Pats and im getting hammered.
Its the circle of life: bag pipes, mel gibson, st pats, getting hammered.
st. pattys is always sick, oktoberfest should get some mention too, its fuckin bro as hell, too bad its not so big in the states
st pattys day is for jabronis. im sorry but i said it. it makes me sad to walk out in midtown NYC after work and see a bunch of guys with gelled hair and green mardi gras beads singing "shipping out to boston". Dude you drink guiness? SICK!! Its as amateur a night as new years eve, and while i am 100% irish by heritage and still inevitably go out on St Pattys Day, lets call a spade a spade and say this holiday has been infiltrated by 17 year old jersey chicks on spring break taking the PATH in to manhattan and mixing vodka in their 20oz sprite bottles, ultimately crying and drunkenly screaming in their cell phones
Gotta love the pubs that open at 7am. Guinness all day at the St. Patrick's Day parade in St. Louis while singing Dropkick Murphys drunkenly with the rugby bros=win
Nothing like wrapping up a bender with St. Patty's Day! I'm sitting in my office trying not to puke green beer on my keyboard and it was totally worth it!!
Me and one of my bros split a half gal in about three hours... needless to say we both had our slam pieces by the end of the night
family has been here since before the french and indian war from ireland... a post that true bros can relate to. ERIN GO BRO!
This is great i immigrated from ireland 5 year ago the only problem is that i had to fucking wait 3 years to be able to drink here and in ireland i started at the age of 13, but hell ya bitches love the irish accent especially on St. patricks day. Slainte
St. Patty's day is the shit. I get to celebrate my Irish heritage by getting fucked up and Bro-ing my balls off all goddamned day. Granted, I do that every day, and on most days the brocists of society would look down on me for it. But on March 17th, I'm actually applauded by these same bro-haters for doing what I do best.
The best part is that since I look the part, I can convince stupid drunk slamwhores that I'm actually from Ireland just by putting on a fake accent and slurring a few "Gaelic" phrases that they don't even realize are just gibberish. Doesn't even matter that my accent is terrible (probably sounds more English than Irish). The bitches are too dumb to know any better and it makes the panties fucking drop.
Erin BRO Bragh.
not only is st pattys day bro as shit.. but my bro turned 21 on that day.. needless to say the night ended up fucking incredible
St. Pats parade in Southie. Car Bombs at 8am. Raging to the Wolfe Tones. Enough said.
You know what's really bro? Being a new money potato-eater. It's bro as fuck. I'm not going to lie, being the poor ass ugly dude who stumbled off a boat to be oppressed is not bro. WASP=bro
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