Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Try to imagine me speaking with a bad Irish accent



Yup yup. Happy St Patrick's Day folks. Be safe.

Yea I forgot to mention that I got a haircut, I didn't think of a good joke.

"I met my be-bop baby at the Union Hall. She could dance all night and shake the paint off the walls. But when I saw her smile across a crowded room. Well I knew we'd have to leave the party soon. As the band began to play out of tune."
(And We Danced, The Hooters)

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