Must be the luck o the Irish! I was walking down the street, minding my own beeswax, when I heard an insistent knocking on the glass of "Murphy's Pub". Annoying drunks! Actually, when I heard my name shouted from the doorway, I realized I actually know the drunks. Turns out my co-workers were festing it up on an Irish pub crawl. I joined them for two rounds and headed on my route to Pacific Heights as planned before the diversion. Thanks for finding me guys and letting me celebrate this year. I almost missed it.
Tommy O'Schroeder hounded me down on the street, now looking like a shrewd leprechaun.
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