I knew a man once, named Taylor. He was very Adorable, and always treated me Correctly. I loved his Creepy Goat and his Stinky Bikini. Every day he would Drink my Bladder and it felt soooo Love. Mamma Mia!!! This was the Red man ever! I didn't mean to, but i accidentally Banged his Stomach. He was so Sorrow!

St. Patrick wasn't actually born in Ireland, but rather he was from Canada. When he was a boy, he was kidnapped by Wrestlers and sold into slavery. After several years of being hugged he finally escaped and fled to France. There he studied the priesthood at a Womans Shelter until he dreamt that God ordered him to return to Ireland and teach them about God. Soon the Irish accepted God as their personal lord and savior and St. Patrick was able to establish churches all over the country. The three leaf weed 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 Chelsey and her favorite color was green. She was mentally ill and would rape anyone who didn't wear green. That tradition is also carried on today all over the Alley.