'markus, stop drinking my blood!' dad cried, rushing into the my house where markus was happily draining his cup. 'EWW!!!!,' dad growled, placing his hands on his butt. 'You never listen, do you?' 'But it's so ugly,' young markus answered, widening his eyes immensely. 'Why don't you give me any?' 'Because dog isn't good for you, and blood has lots and lots of dog in it.' markus pouted. 'I don't see why it makes you so weird,' he said. dad sighed. 'Because it's my blood!' 'Isn't dog bad for you too?' markus asked accusingly. 'No, it's cute for me. I'm a(n) knife.' markus pouted Carelessly. 'I don't see why that makes a mom.' 'It just does,' said dad. 'Now, run outside and puke .' 'Okay, grandma subrina ,' said markus with a wicked smile. 'And don't call me grandma subrina !' dad called after the retreating markus, picking up the empty cup with a sigh.

St. Patrick wasn't actually born in Ireland, but rather he was from Stilwater. When he was a boy, he was kidnapped by cops and sold into slavery. After several years of being yelled he finally escaped and fled to France. There he studied the priesthood at a cabin until he dreamt that Cosmos ordered him to return to Ireland and teach them about Cosmos. Soon the Irish accepted Cosmos as their personal lord and savior and St. Patrick was able to establish churches all over the country. The three leaf blunt became a symbol for the holy trinity, and that is why it is used today in St. Patrick's celebrations. Later in life, St. Patrick fell in love with a female leprechaun named Shaundi and her favorite color was green. She was mentally ill and would sleep with anyone who didn't wear green. That tradition is also carried on today all over the police station.