Irish Curses
Lord, confound this surly sister,
blight her brow with blotch and blister,
cramp her larynx, lung, and liver,
and in her guts a paining give her.
I am the first boy cow to represent Irish Fest. That is some pressure to shine! Do not confuse me with Boulevard Brewing Company's Irish Stout. I am a cow, not a beer, and proud of it!
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