Oh Daryl Dixon, my motorcycle-ridin, arrow-shootin, zombie-impalin, ear-slicin, sqirrel-munchin, ass-kickin redneck boyfriend, I have missed you so!!!!
We spent the evening at some friends' house, one of whom is from Ireland and takes this holiday VERY SERIOUSLY, so we were treated to tons of good food, great drink (which I of course abstained from. *envious sigh*), songs and stories. She sang us all "For God and St. Patrick" and then we all told stories about a time we felt lucky, ranging from
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