Its a terrible feeling sometimes. You wake up, you look through your text messages and someone doesn’t want to be your friend anymore. You may say to yourself, “my god, what have I done?” And then you sort through your outgoing text messages. Driving isn’t the hard part of getting drunk, putting that phone away is. (BTW, Don’t Drink and Drive)

In honor of St.Patrick’s Day, Gizmodo is having its 4th annual Drunk Dialing Competition. The person who calls in with the funniest message wins $1000 in ads on their site (and if you had a site or a business that would mean something). I nominate Deejay Scharton for drunken toastmaster. One can never hear the words “Cooter” and “Vagina” too many times in a night. Usually in varied sequences.

I hear that Guinness is trying to make St.Pat’s a national holiday. Good Luck to them, the 1/4 of me that’s Irish salutes you and welcomes that day off. Actually it might be an empty gesture; my boss doesn’t give us many holidays  off and probably doesn’t have much Irish in him. And it would probably be a better idea to take the day AFTER St.Pat’s off.

It’s kinda good to know that someone is trying to make a holiday of a day that has disintegrated into a another reason to get drunk and for mobs of d00dz to get girls in bars to flash their cans. Apparently Mardi Gras isn’t enough anymore. You might call me chauvinistic but if you really wanted to take away the power of the gesture then maybe we shouldn’t make such a big deal out of it when tits find their way into mainstream media. Look at Europe, they hardly notice that type of thing. Just a thought.

Here’s a question to leave you with, What’s the worst drunk dial you’ve made or recieved? Drop a comment.