Pennsylvania may have the most famous groundhog but that doesn’t make it any less of a holiday for other groundhogs across the country. But a Lexington groundhog took his celebrations a little too far last night at Two Keys Tavern.

“This is our St. Paddy’s day,” said the groundhog, ordering the first two shots on his tab that would remain open the rest of the night. “Shots on me!”

He then sat alone at the bar swiping left on Hogger, the groundhog dating app. It became clear that he was being stood up. “He kept ordering drinks two at a time,” says bartender Jessica Bluth. “I had to keep telling him to turn off the music on his phone. I like Tears for Fears too but we’re not a karaoke bar.”

The groundhog was soon on the dance floor slurring the lyrics to Kenny Loggins “I’m Alright” which wasn’t the song that was actually playing. Upon getting to the line of the song “Ain’t nobody worried about me” he realized nobody really is and he started to cry.

Instagram videos from several accounts taken at the bar also show the groundhog splashing around the urinal trough in the men’s room. He was apparently so inebriated he thought it was a fresh water stream before realizing his mistake. “What the hell? Is this piss!” he shouted. “Are you all filming this? What the (expletive) Marshall! What the (expletive)!”

The groundhog ordered a salad from Goodfellas to try and sober up. “More Ranch!” he ordered, slurping the plastic dressing cup. His last mistake was putting a claw on a sorority gal who mistook the ranch smeared on his face for a symptom of rabies. Very drunk herself, she tried to Snapchat Animal Control.

“You guys wanna help me find some beaver?” asked the groundhog, letting out a boozy laugh, while being restrained by Animal Control agents. He persisted to taunt the officers. “You guys know who my dad is? Maybe you’ve heard of Punxsutawny Phil! He wears a top hat! You guys couldn’t even afford it.” They decided to release him to his home instead of putting him in a cage for the night.

While pulling up to his address in their squad car, they spotted a hungover UK sophmore puking into the groundhog’s hole in his yard on State St.