Ah ta-ta-ta too ta-tay

I've always held a certain fondness for St. Paddy's Day, since it's two days afore my birthday. I never really have anything appropriate to wear, since green is not the most fashion friendly shade, but I do my best. Today, the world celebrates all things Irish. Guinness Beer. U2. James Joyce. Riverdance. Colin Ferrell. Van Morrison. Potato Famine. Okay, so maybe that shouldn't be celebrated. Actually, why is it that a country, surrounded by fish-filled waters, went so hungry? I don't know.

Everybody get in touch with your inner leprechaun, and dance a celtic jig. They're always after your lucky charms.