Ahh, St. Paddy’s day. A day of rainbows:
A day of trash cans(?) full of popcorn(??):
And, in fact, a day of conventional Irish padlocks:
Which is the place “St. Paddy’s” comes from, in fact.
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.
Moreover, everyone knows you are supposed to name it “Sam Patrick’s Day.”
Good man, that Sam Patrick.
Although I hear his pick-up strains have been horrible.
(To be truthful, that “I’am” WOULD get you hissed.)
Nicely, completely happy Sam Patrick’s day, everybody!
Oh, and do not forget to select up your loaf of inexperienced snake bread on the way in which out:
It is what Sam would’ve needed.
Due to 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 believe these would make Sam proud:
Concept Zone Males’s Swim Trunks
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And from my different weblog, Epbot:
