With the approach of the most important Christian Holiday of the year, it is high-time that Angry Dudes mentions a group which threatens to ruin the significance and meaning of the Holy Season: Amateurs.
You’ve seen’em…
The dude wearing a white Armani Exchange thermal and has a faux-hawk while downing cans of Bud Light so that he can save his caloric intake for Ecstasy, Primobolan, and his mom’s chicken parm.
That douche who just turned 21 two weeks ago with the Polish last name, dressed in all green. He’s the one who was chugging Jack and Cokes at 8:30am, doing Car Bombs at 10am and asleep on a bar stool by the time the parade steps off.
That douche is a close cousin to the guy whose motor skills have long since been puked into a urinal and just dropped a Guinness on the floor, leaving a pile of glass and ruined vitamin G.
The guy who speaks with a fake Irish accent. C’mon, Seamus, you’re embarrassing yourself.
Fat girls who wear Kiss Me, I'm Irish shirts. Begging is unbecoming, just like your fat gut.
So, on these most holy days of the year, please drink to a dangerous excess...so that we have more clowns to ridicule next holiday season.
