Why don't monkeys eat at Taco Bell? and other witticisms...

Monkeys don't eat at Taco Bell because it's too hard to fling diarrhea!

As I was loitering around on St. Patrick's Day I saw a lot of vomit on the sidewalk. And while I did enjoy a tall guiness with booty, none of that vomit was mine.

One pile of vomit, however, caught my attention. Clearly, whoever was responsible for said vomit had recently enjoyed corned beef and cabbage.

At that moment, we had the bright idea that we could take a picture of said vomit, add a cute little saying like, "they're always after me lucky charms," and turn it into a St. Patrick's Day card. Because what's more Irish than partially-digested corned beef and green beer*?

*I recently found out that they don't drink green beer in Ireland. And corned beef was stolen from the Jews by those early Irish Americans, so it's not associated with St. Patrick's Day back in the motherland. I'm just happy those early Irish American's didn't steal the gefilte fish because that shit is nasty! L'chaim!