bear, bearing posies

First it was hyacinths. Then it was daffodils. He's always hanging around. He quit drinking and lost weight. Does he have hopes? Give me another beer. . .

st pats

I have the corned beef and cabbage. I have the beer—though my tastes in alcohol are catholic.
Alas, my background is Orange Irish. . .

fat tuesday

Actually, this is the reason I couldn't stop drinking yesterday:
Solidarity with my Brazilian friends at Carnival.