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.
Showing posts with label St. Patrick's Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label St. Patrick's Day. Show all posts
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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