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to absorb all the booze we'll be drinking tonight.
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This'll hold us over till our 3:00 A.M. street meet,
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which'll hold us over till our
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noon-30 rooty-tooty fresh and fruity breakfast.
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Come on, start layering.
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I miss my old St. Patrick's Day tradition.
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- Wanna hear it? - Hell, no.
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Well, from 16 to 21, my friends and I--
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boys were there too,
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even though technically they weren't allowed--
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By 16, I was thrice divorced
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and a member of the electricians' union, but go on.