On this holy day ahead of St. Paddy’s Day, I’d like to cordially invite all of you to pretend that you’re Irish for a day, drink copious amounts of beer, eat some fatty meats, and beer boiled potatoes and cabbage, and river dance in your homes until you pass out like a drunken goat.
As is customary at House Fly, I am throwing a party, replete with lots of Smithwicks and Guinness beer — corned beef, potatoes, cabbage, and soda bread to break up the fat and the booze. While you’re feasting and drinking, you should only be playing Irish Celtic music like what I have below.
As for success, I cannot describe the happiness I felt when I woke up and bore witness to SEED +30% in the pre-market. I am sure there is news, something ado with Frankenfood on the blockchain — but I don’t give a shit. I merely accept these gracious gifts, tip my hat, and jog on into the sunrise river dancing with a fucking stout in tow.
On a side note, the most memorable St. Paddy’s Day I ever had was in 2004, bar hopping in NYC with my cold caller — who had come back from the war in Iraq. Imagine 20-30 US Marines swashbuckling through the city, at the time considered victorious heroes, charging into pubs singing the songs of Ireland. It was indeed a scene to behold.
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