Win a St. Patrick’s Day Prize Pack
St Patrick’s Day is one of the best holidays of the year complete with green beer, girls wearing revealing green outfits and “Kiss Me I’m Irish” shirts, parades, leprechauns and did we mention green beer?
To make your St. Patrick’s Day more spectacular, we have three green-themed prizes for the winner of this week’s contest.
A bottle opening t-shirt will be the hit of any beer-drinking holiday party. This shirt has a built in bottle opening robot, so you’ll never have to use your teeth again! And if you are under-age, you can snap off the top to your root beer. Check it out at www.thinkgeek.com.
Next up is a pair of green headphones by Coloud. These sweet headphones can block out unwanted noise as your post St. Patrick’s day headache kicks in. For pictures see the Coloud Colors Headphones at Coloud.com.
Whether you’re partying indoors or out, the Wet Circuits Power strip will come in handy. It’s the world’s first water resistant power strip and can stand rain, snow and green beer or other green-dyed beverages poured all over it. See more at Wetcircuits.com.
To win these three awesome St. Patrick’s Day inspired items, tell us your most outrageous St. Patrick’s Day story. Were you ambushed by leprechauns? Did you catch an Irish dancer who fell off a parade float? The best St. Patrick’s day story will win a bottle opening t-shirt, green headphones and a waterproof power strip.
Contest closes Monday, March 21st.
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12:10 pm on March 15th, 2011
Is it lame that I can’t think of any outrageous St. Paddy’s Day stories of mine? Seriously…I don’t have one. But, there’s always time to make one, right?
12:27 pm on March 15th, 2011
My wildest St. Patrick’s day happened last year and I don’t think it will ever be beat. I won a radio contest to be a float ambassador, I got to sit on this King’s chair, be on the radio and more. Long story short apparently 1 hot ass chick thought I was a celebrity who I have no clue she was drunk as was I. After the parade she gave me a BJ on the King’s chair with many of the radio crew watching and cheering! It was crazy but awesome and I got invited on the morning show the next day to tell the story and won additional prizes for best story of the week and the hosts said it was best of the year by far. No one could figure out what celeb she thought I was… I never seen her again ha!
12:35 pm on March 15th, 2011
Whilst drinking some green ale, my fellow party goers snuck into a “lame” buddy’s place (while he was studying in the library) and took his most prized possession, a bright orange la-z-boy recliner, out to the front lawn and set it ablaze. The police were called, but thought it was so funny they let us continue. The friend came back to the house to see us playing bags, pong and beer darts while keeping warm by his favorite chair.
1:08 pm on March 15th, 2011
You mean the story where I was served green beer at the pub at 7am, passed out by 11am, roused by a friend to drink some more at 1pm, emptied my stomach at 3pm, had a run in with the cops at 5pm, was drunk with the cops by 6pm, ate corned beef at 7pm, re-emptied my stomach at 9pm and finally returned home at 3am to pass out?
Nah, I could never tell that story.
3:56 pm on March 15th, 2011
The year: 2005. I’m 21 years old. College is great, but is no place to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day. My roommates and I load up the car, and road trip to New Orleans. “They have a parade there” one of the roommates says. He is immediately slapped. We’re not going to New Orleans for some bullshit parade. We are there to party. And party our asses off. To set the tone of nonstop, party insanity, we all decide to make t-shirts. Green shirts, white iron on letters. “Kiss Me I’m Irish”, “Blow me I’m Irish”, “Buy Me a Drink, I’m Fucking Irish.” And finally, not to be outdone, my buddy puts “Fuck Me, I’m From Texas” on his shirt. Long story short, we ended up jumping the guard rail, drunk as shit, and partying in the parade! We ended up right behind a fire truck, where some questionable cougars/milfs were throwing condoms out to the crowd. These cougars ended up making out with many of us right there on the street. To make a long story short, we drank until Bourbon Street decided we needed to leave, and then we were followed back to the hotel by a crackhead begging for money. Walking turned to jogging, and jogging turned to running. We were drunk and running from a crackhead. St. Patty’s Day, whew, thank god its only once a year.
11:44 am on March 16th, 2011
I’ve titled this story Home Improvement meets Home Invasion (you’ll see why): St. Patty’s Day 2008, Palm Springs, CA- Every year, my friends and I take St. Patty’s day and the following day off and head to Palm Springs to stay at my friend’s condo in a gated community. Most of the holidays end up with us drunk and passed out. That year, we took the responsible route and got a car and went to dinner and a bar (nothing big). As the night winds down- we head back to the condo, only to notice that the bedroom light is on and we can hear the tv blaring. Strangely, no one remember being in that room earlier. We head up stair to check the room and we see- a burly naked man passed out on the bed. Did i mention he’s naked? Shocked, we struggle at what the correct response to this situation. So the host of the house take it upon himself to shake the guy awake. The guy moans and yells “St. Pattys Day! FU” without opening his eyes. Clearly he is on more than alcohol. After several violent shakes to wake him up. We call the police. The police show up and take immediate (physical) action. The lift the guy out of the bed and he continues to yell “It’s St. Patty’s Day. FU!”- eyes closed. As one officer struggles with the passed out naked man. The other officer approaches with a smile and says “Do you know this guy?” Of course not we responded, which the cop responds- “It Zachary Ty Bryan from Home Improvement!”. I squint my eyes and through the extra 20 pounds and minus the terrible tats, I see the actor from one of my fav shows when i was a kid. My friends and I bust up laughing, and the cop proceeds to tell us that he lives a few houses down. As they carry “Brad from Home Improvement”out of the house and throw him into the cop car, he utters one last phrase- “It’s St. Patty’s Day! FU!! (P.S. We were going to sell the story to TMZ, but my friend got scared, and yes, I have photos)
9:09 pm on March 16th, 2011
The greatest St. Paddy’s day I ever had and totally did not expect any of this to happen. It was a tuesday night a few years ago and being Irish I wanted to go out and celebrate. I went to my friends apartment and had a drink with him there and met his female roommate and her friend. We left and headed into Hollywood to try and find a bar that was happening. We went into one place and it was pretty dead but the 2 for 1 margarita special was pretty nice. While we were there a well dressed couple around our age (mid 20′s) came in and sat next to us. The female was very attractive but obviously with the other guy. My friend started chatting them up and I joined the conversation here and there not putting in much effort since she was taken. We finally left to go to another bar to hopefully find a place that was more happening. The couple decided to join us. On the way out they got into a fight about something… what I have no idea. The guy took off and the girl stayed with us and came to the next bar. When we got inside she bought me a drink and started chatting me up. After chatting for a bit we went and sat in a darker more private part of the bar at a table and made out and she gave me a HJ under the table and I fingered here and she even pulled down her top and showed me what she had to offer. Everything was looking good and out of nowhere I got “I want to take you home and share you with my girlfriend.” Naturally I was like fuck yea!!! I’m down!!! It seemed like a dream come true until she started talking about tying me up and shoving a high heel in my ass. At that point I was like no thank you and my dreams were shattered. But I couldn’t complain about the free drinks and what action I did get. So me and my friend closed out the bar w/o any success and went back to his place where his female roommate and her friend were there drinking. We were pretty shit faced already but decided to have a drink with them. I don’t remember how I did it but I managed to get my roommates friend outside with me. We talked and then right there near the door with cars going by the alleyway like walk way I managed to get her to give me head. It was good. Real good. While she’s blowing me this other girl I met the week before hit me up and wanted to come over. So obviously I said absolutely come on over. I told her I was taking care of my drunk friend first and would be there soon and we could just meet at my place. I did this all while the other girl was still blowing me. It took a while but I finally blew my load on her face and in her hair. I said my good-byes and got her contact info for future escapades and headed back to my place where I met the other girl. I invited her in and we got down to business
It was the best St. Paddy’s day ever. Fooled around with one woman, got head from another, and fucked another. All in the span of about 5 or 6 hours. I definitely found the gold at the end of the rainbow on that day. I wish they could all end like that.
9:07 pm on March 20th, 2011
My best St. Patty’s Day experience came during my last year of college. My friends decided that our days of drinking heavily during the day were drawing to a close, so what would be better way than to honor 5 years of drinking during the day by drinking during the day.
We started at 6:30 am, there weren’t a whole lot of people on the streets, only professionals. We all clamored towards the entrance of our first bar, and began pulling on the door handle and banging wildly on the door.
We were greeted by a toothless, old woman pushing a mop and bucket. For the first two hours, the janitor served us beer and regaled us with stories of how she was going to be a supermodel, but didn’t have enough money to leave Ohio. We ended our time at the bar after she sprayed Mace into the air, for no particular reason.
As the sun was coming up we went to another bar which was having a St. Patty’s party hosted by a beer distributor. As I entered the bar I was pelted in the eye with lighted Amstel Light beads. One blackeye up, on to another bar.
At this time, it is in the middle of the day, my brain and my mouth are fighting to see who can slur the best.
We made it to one bar who had a popular shot known as the “Flaming Dr. Pepper” One of my sadistic friends handed me one, and I proceeded to guide to to my lips. The next thing I new the shot was knocked out of my hand and the combustible liquid had landed on my crotch. After a quick wet rag to my crotch, I stared at my friend increduously. He quickly scolded me and pointed out that I almost drank the shot WITHOUT BLOWING IT OUT. Thanking my friend for the lack of a need of skin grafts I definitely would have needed, I paid for the rest of his drinks at that bar.
Sensing a rolling blackout coming, we headed to a grill for some much needed food.
At this point, we were all pretty lit, and we decided to head back to my buddys apartment to drink some more, watch some TV, and chill out for the rest of the evening. I was elected to buy more beer to take back, so I split with my friends and stopped off at the local gas station.
Why I got back to my friend apartment, I found his front door unlocked a nobody inside. I assumed they were at the apartment pool so I curled up on the couch and passed out.
After what only seemed like a few minutes I was awakened with a stiff kick to the stomach and the screams of “WHO THE F*CK ARE YOU?” I slowly lifted my groggy eyelids and noticed a girl I had never seen before. As I slowly became aware of my surroundings I noticed that I HAD WALKED INTO THE NEIGHBOR’S APARTMENT.
I raced past the frightened girl and found my friends. The same friend that had saved my from a flaming shot earlier went to his neighbors to smooth things over. He explained that the “druken ape” that slept on her couch meant no real harm. We plied the girl and her roomates with liquor and beer(to avoid them calling the cops) and partied with them for the rest evening.
So at the end of the night, I was plus one blackeye, down one hundred bucks, nearly needed major surgery, almost had a tresspassing charge, and my mouth still had the essence of the wintry freshness of mace.
I also had a myriad of stories, and that is what life is all about. My friends and I still tell these stories, ten years later. That made it the best St. Patty’s Day ever.
7:13 pm on March 22nd, 2011
When i was in 2nd grade my teacher thought it would be a good idea to make fake leprechaun foot prints. I was laughing hysterically when all my classmates were taking “samples” at asking if they could go test them.