No, that quarter-pint isn't beer; it's ginger ale. But in every other respect, Jack reveled like the die-hard party animal that he is. He was shakin' his stuff and stomping his feet to the St. Patrick's Day pub music, wearing a light-up glittery necklace, a pair of springy shamrock antennae, and a "Kiss Me, I'm Irish" sticker by the end of the evening. I'm pretty sure he could go all night, but I really do need to get some sleep.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Little Green Man
No, that quarter-pint isn't beer; it's ginger ale. But in every other respect, Jack reveled like the die-hard party animal that he is. He was shakin' his stuff and stomping his feet to the St. Patrick's Day pub music, wearing a light-up glittery necklace, a pair of springy shamrock antennae, and a "Kiss Me, I'm Irish" sticker by the end of the evening. I'm pretty sure he could go all night, but I really do need to get some sleep.
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