St. Patrick.....What's this guys deal?

Saint Patrick was a dude that lived in the fourth century. He was born in China, but his father was a summoner of demons, so they moved around a lot. It's just the nature of the business. Pat, as his peeps called him, was known to hit the opium pipe hard and often. While not unusual in his birthplace, this behavior did raise a few eyebrows in Ireland, where his father had been hired to conjure demons for the Queen. Her insatiable hunger for man meat required super natural slap and tickle. While his pop conjured, invoked, and did his thing, Pat was supposed to hold the flashlight under dads chin for aesthetic effect. But cluckin for a fix, Pat made a habit of disappearing several times a day to his secret smoke spot, behind the garage. When confronted about his absence, he would claim a superior had sent him on an errand. Because people in ancient times were mostly illiterate, it was corrupted into Saint, where it remains to this day. Now in my town, opium is hard to come by. This may have contributed to the tradition of drinking yourself stupid, but who knows for sure? So this St. Patricks day, toss back yer favorite poison, I'll be out back smokin some "O" in memory of Sent Patrick aka Pat Jones. GO HUSKIES GO HUSKIES GO!
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