Ahh finally - the one day a year that I don't look like an @$$hole for drinking green beer.
Unlike many of the green vomiting, drunken revelers, I am Irish 25% of the time - all the time. And I can prove it. My Grandpa on my Mom's side died on the toilet with a bottle of whiskey in hand. I picture it in my head with "Oh Danny Boy" in the background and can't help but shed a tiny tear. Oh and he was 100% Irish. Mom will even tell you he was a gigolo. Good ol Gramps...
So sip a Shamrock Shake and grab yourself a handful of leprechaun @$$, since those little bastards never REALLY wear green, cause today we're all Irish - or more so than normal.
Erin Go Bragh. -H