I AM IN IRELAND. I love it a lot and think I may never leave. Last night I was given permission by a bald Irish guitarist to "dance like a drunken leprechaun." Fear not, dance I did. The SOTW this week is Johnny Cash because (who knew) he is four thousand times catchier when sung with an Irish accent. But then again, what isn't?
The other SOTW is Ryanair. I have discovered why their flights are so mysteriously cheap... they have gambling on the planes. Please picture me sitting on a garishly yellow and blue plane, scratching off a million tickets and puffing on smokeless cigarettes. As usual, this may or may not have happened. I'll let you use your imagination.
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