Tomorrow is Saint Patrick's Day, and the wife and I are celebrating it today.

In honor of Saint Patrick, I'm re-telling an old favorite of mine that I've told on this site a few times already (www.trp.red/feed/status/118706, twice, three times a laddie!).

Here goes:

A young man of Irish descent decided to celebrate Saint Patrick's Day in Boston. He entered a bar to begin his festivities. He saw a little dude in a green suit sitting at the bar drinking.

"Nah, can't be." he thought to himself.

He sat down next to the little guy and started drinking. After an hour or two, the young man couldn't stand it any longer.

"I can't believe I'm asking this, but are you a leprechaun?"

The midget in the green suit replied in a thick Irish brogue, "sure n' begorrah, I be a leprechaun."

The youth grabbed the little guy by the shoulder. "Well I just caught ya! Do I get your pot of gold?"

"Nay, laddie, 'tis no pot of gold, but t'ree wishes. But thar be a catch: ye have to let me fuck ye in the arse."

"No way! That's disgusting! I'm not gay!"

"Think aboot it, laddie! It's t'ree wishes! And they can be for anyt'ing!! Ain't that worth aboot 20 minutes of pain?"

The youngster finished his beer. "Fuck it. I know the manager, and he'll let us use one of the store rooms upstairs. Let's do this. I want my three wishes!"

A few minutes later, they're in that room, and the little man in the green suit (sans pants) is going to town in the young man's ass.

"So what's yer name, lad?"

"Nnngh! It's @Victor!"

"And how old are ye, @Victor?"

"AAAAAAGH! 22!"

"Isn't 22 a bit old to be believing in leprechauns, @Victor?"