No. You really don't like the Dropkick Murphys. You just like to yell.

Red Sox World Series Champions. The Departed. "Oh, awesome!" you might say. No. You're wrong. You know why? Because of this:

Yep, you guessed it: Dropkick Murphys. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't like the Dropkicks. They formed in what is now a sushi restaurant down the street from my house. I'm just sick of seeing them everywhere, and everyone claiming they're such big fans of the band. You know what's wrong with these people? They don't know a single lyric, other than "Tessie!" "I'm shipping up to Bosotn," or *shouting*.

Let's get something straight: if you're not a.) from Boston, b.) Irish, or c.)working-class, you have absolutely nothing in common with the Dropkick Murphys. Their music is that specific. Every single song has something to do with a combination of those factors. And if you don't even know the words to a single Dropkicks song, well, you're not a fan:

you're just a d-bag who likes to yell and jump around and piss me off when you're drunk. (And no, being from Newton doesn't count as Boston. d-bag)

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