Ah. St. Paddy’s Day. When you can walk up to people and ask them to buy you a car bomb, and they’ll know exactly what you’re saying and oblige (…if you’re a hot chick). Otherwise, people will tell you to get O’Fuckin’ lost just like any other day of the year. Still, it’s a great holiday and I’m totally stoked it’s just ’round the bend.
I wonder if there’s still going to be 5 inches of snow on the ground, and 28-degree weather. My nipples will be totally hard as I do the nude pub crawl painted green in the appropriate places (eye shadow).