Today, we are all Bison

So I marched in the St. Patrick's Day parade in Baltimore on Sunday for some reason. Well the main reason was a keg of Guinness on a bus. I enjoyed yelling "Where the fuck is Wallace? Where Wallace at String?" at small children along the parade route.

Also apparently the Wire is fiction, because there are nice areas of Baltimore. I didn't even see anyone who looked looked like Bubbles. Disappointing really. What wasn't disappointing was a bar district called Fell's Point, where we went after the parade.

It's Monday morning now, and I've reached that half-drunk, half-hungover state where everything is somehow stupid, annoying and hilarious all at the same time. But I didn't call in sick, because of dedication and experience. This is not the first time I've been drunk at work. Wearing sunglasses in a cubicle is not suspicious.

Is it inappropriate to laugh at something called "Crime Spree-Asians" on the AP wire? Probably, considering its crime against Asians. Although I don't know whether it would be OK if it were crime committed by Asians. Clearly I'm babbling. In conclusion, uh, this video.