I got kissed under an Irish mistletoe on St. Patty's Day.
Good thing my cell phone can help me recall my Friday night ... I certainly don't remember.
I apologize to the people of McMahon third floor north for Saturday night ... but something had to be done.
Is it just me, or does the delivery guy come at the last possible moment before you think he just won't?
Instead of watching basketball, I watched people trying to get in and out of parking spots and getting stuck ... needless to say it was entertaining.
The Irish car bomb needs to be UConn's new mascot.
So I just turned on CNN and heard someone refer to the Big Dance as the "NAACP Tournament"... I'm still laughing.
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