The 17th of March is the celebration of St. Patrick casting out all the snake jawns in Ireland for not paying their taxes. And since the storied fable has no mention whatsoever of the consumption of alcohol, I drank just ONE beer over the weekend and had 0 beers on the day in question. 1 + 0 = Me not dying because I didn't drink on St. Paddy's. Try it sometime... your liver will thank you. After the JUMP: a questionable fashion choice/statement, yours truly, Staples, and leprechaun ladies.
They started early on Saturday... I hope that's fake.
We're gonna make such cute babies.
A REAL sham-hawk... and two lovely ladies. The Boondock Saints was stereotypically looping in the background.