I hope you appreciate how undyingly faithful I am to you. I did a shakedown in my parents' house TOP TO BOTTOM yesterday looking for some Irish Dancing photos. You don't understand. We probably have THOUSANDS and the fact that I could find nary but a handful was absurd.
And then finally. After I found every single date dance and prom picture with every boy in Buffalo (lie. Maybe like 6) and London pictures and carousing like a fool pictures, finally. I found 2 Irish dancing photos.
I know you don't care that much.
But I am committed to you, you fools.
I do not have their permission to put their photos on the 'net. I'm on the far right. This was at the Nationals, and this was my 4 hand team. Because you care.
That is our real hair. Danged new fangled kids now wear wigs. That hair was blood, sweat and tears.
I am too lazy to scan the other picture, and I know you don't care that much. If you do, leave a message and if I like you at all, I'll put the other one up there.
I'm in a wicked bad mood today.