Ahh, St. Paddy’s day. A day of rainbows:
A day of trash cans(?) crammed with popcorn(??):
And, after all, a day of conventional Irish padlocks:
Which is the place “St. Paddy’s” comes from, after all.
Ensure you by no means name it St. Patty’s, although, lest you incur the wrath of each web commenters and fancy eyebrowed shamrocks:
SO FANCY.
Apart from, everyone knows you are supposed to name it “Sam Patrick’s Day.”
Good man, that Sam Patrick.
Although I hear his pick-up traces had been horrible.
(To be truthful, that “I’am” WOULD get you hissed.)
Properly, pleased Sam Patrick’s day, everybody!
Oh, and do not forget to choose up your loaf of inexperienced snake bread on the best way out:
It is what Sam would’ve wished.
Because of Casey G., Tara G., Melissa S., Crista C., Gabriela N., Samantha G., & Erin R., who cannot BELIEVE I did not make a hissing snake joke there on the finish. Sorry, guys.
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P.S. Any of you want new swim trunks? As a result of I feel these would make Sam proud:
Thought Zone Males’s Swim Trunks
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And from my different weblog, Epbot:
