RABBLEFRAGGLERAGERARRRRRRR *cough*
The restaurant across the street. They have bagpipers playing in the street between our locations. BAGPIPERS. HIGHLAND PIPES.
Playing "When The Saints Go Marching In." ON SAINT FRIGGEN PATRICK'S DAY.
Irish holiday.
Scottish pipes.
AMERICAN SONG.
My ears are bleeding.
My eyes are bleeding, too. It's an eyesore - tons of clashing green decorations. Balloons, tinsel, tshirts, hair ornaments, hats, BEADS, makeup... And the only two kilts to be seen are those on the bagpipers. Neither of whom are attractive men.
KILL ME. TWO AND A HALF MORE HOURS OF THIS.
The restaurant across the street. They have bagpipers playing in the street between our locations. BAGPIPERS. HIGHLAND PIPES.
Playing "When The Saints Go Marching In." ON SAINT FRIGGEN PATRICK'S DAY.
Irish holiday.
Scottish pipes.
AMERICAN SONG.
My ears are bleeding.
My eyes are bleeding, too. It's an eyesore - tons of clashing green decorations. Balloons, tinsel, tshirts, hair ornaments, hats, BEADS, makeup... And the only two kilts to be seen are those on the bagpipers. Neither of whom are attractive men.
KILL ME. TWO AND A HALF MORE HOURS OF THIS.
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