Ppost yout St. Patrick?s Day barfing stories
 

When I was 18, my friends and I went to see a band play at a private golf course for the club?s St. Patrick?s Day party. My fake ID was never questioned. They served green domestic beer in pitchers and my friends and I drank many. We also bought a few packs of Marlboro Reds and chain smoked all night.

I woke up the next morning in the parking lot underneath my parent?s Mercedes with a stream of green puke running perhaps 15 yards across the pavement.

Good times. Good times.