lolz!!!
There’s a lot of elderly Irish like me in Western Pennsylvania. They love going to wakes to see their old friends and because they can imbibe incredible amounts of Yuengling beer and Michter’s American Whisky.
Their grandsons and some of the more stout colleens then carry the Hibernians to their homes while the old men foolishy betray secret passwords, sing songs about Michael Collins, Parnell, Danny Murtaugh, and Pope John Paul II. Then you see happy Leprechauns.
When you see Leprechauns, it’s time to quit drinking until the next Steelers game.
Wise men don’t believe in Leprechauns or the Steelers.