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|  In 2001 I drank with my sister at The Brew Pub all afternoon and had my tab paid for by some college professor who was interested in my website. In 2002 I drank from 11 am until 2 am the next morning at the pubs with my buddy Chris and even managed to purchase an Aerosmith bootleg during that time. Two years ago I drank the entire day away with Steve and Bobbi-Jo, met a new friend at the Toucan, and then taught a teenage boy how to buy condoms. God, I love St. Patty's Day. What I love the most is that I can break out my K-Tel Presents The Irish Rovers Special record and not get ignored by my wife. It's the one day of the year that she doesn't find that record annoying. That doesn't mean it's the only day I listen to it. I bought that record at some Salvation Army store for 25 cents when I was only fifteen or sixteen. I learned a lot about everything from the Rovers.   Beer is important. It's so important that I wrote Ryan's Guide To Good Beer a few months ago. So I'm not going to delve too far into beer today. Just go read that classic instead. But I will say that I don't enjoy green beer. You can't take a shitty beer like Labatt's Blue then dye it green and expect it to be Irish. Have yourself a pint of Harp if you can't seem to get yourself to drink Guinness. The luck of the Irish smiled upon me when I was born. You see, I'm actually the very last of my family's bloodline. All of my relatives have given birth to girls and they're finished making babies. So that sorta makes me an Irish Prince. And when you factor in that "Ryan" translated actually means "Little Prince"... that's just deep. 
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