When 'Irish' Eyes are Blackened...

In keeping with the time honored Saint Patrick Day's tradition of engaging in post-swilling-fisticuffs, my friends and I were entertained by a a group of alleged Irishmen* duking it out at a local tavern last night. After much choking, shirt-ripping, grappling, and impromptu non-Rugby Scrum-ing, someone was wise enough to notify the Police. The arrival of reps from the Thin Blue Line settled things down and it was at this moment that we, the non-brawling witnesses, decided to make our escape. Outside I caught a bit of a rather enlightening dialogue between one Scuffler and an Officer of the Peace:

Fight Participant: I don't wanna go to jail!
Police Officer: Buddy...it was a bar fight; where do you Think you're going?

Good to hear *that* cliched plea still doesn't work.

T
*Some of the gentlemen that partook in the FIST-ivities were far-too-swarthy to be True Irish; hence, ALLEGED or Faux Micks. Although, as some folk say, 'Everyone's Irish on Saint Patrick's Day.' R-R-R-R-ight.