I spent the last ten days in Ireland, and there are supposedly zero snakes on the island because Saint Patrick was a legendary badass and banished them all into the ocean after they attacked him during a 40-day fasting that he was doing at the top of a hill.
Now that might seem far-fetched to somebody with a fully-functioning brain, but then again, if you would have told me before today that there are snakes out there that actually eat other snakes and then decide to barf them up midway through the ingestion process because they suddenly realize that their cannibalistic ways aren’t sending them down the right road to success, I would have told you that I don’t believe you.
Well, now I do.
I’m not going to pretend that I know anything about that snake that was just puked up, but if you were to tell me that he took the rest of the day off and went straight home to down an 18-pack of Pabst, I’d understand and be more than OK with it.
h/t Barstool Sports