St. Patty
Being color blind is a blessing, not a curse. One St. Patrick’s Day, a friend and I went to a cozy little New England restaurant. Naturally we ordered corned beef and cabbage. The night before, we played poker and drank booze till the wee hours. When we exited the restaurant, my friend staggered over to the dumpster, outside, and “heaved up.” He said, “I would have been all right if it wasn’t for those “green potatoes.” I didn’t know the potatoes were green. Perhaps my color-blindness spared me some misery. Thank-You my Master. Lord of all power and knowledge, past, present and future.
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