Comment of the Day: The Poetry Of White Bro Yeats

Today we learned that Ireland, and Tallfornia specifically, is getting its very own Jersey Shore. What luck, indeed. Thanks to the immortal words of one commenter, we have one episode that will remain preserved for eternity.

From toutavousm:

We rode in drunkenness, with strong camera-men three,
Micheál, Kerry, and Frances,
On a morning foggy and hungover and aching.
The sweat-drops hung on our smelly tees,
And in the bar last night hung the skeeves.
We rode in sadness above Lough Lean,
For our best qualities were dead when we puked on Gavra's green.

- W.B. (White Bro) Yeats.

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