*read in an Irish accent* If you make your way down to ye ol' Ireland for St. Patrick's Day, you're bound to visit a good pub. But If I take ye out for a swalley, you better be clanking cups with me till the wake of day. Or be wearing a brim the likes of ye father. That man loved a cold stout in the mornin', and he would've loved an Irish flag hat. Quite the feckin choice if the sequins be orange and green like the flag of mother Ireland.