It's Irish Christmas!

[xp_daytripper]

Actually, it's St Pat's, but it's the same thing. If you're in New York, Finnegan's is where the party is. Come join us with green beer and singing Irish songs at the top of your voice.

(I am NOT wearing the shirt in the icon. It's just my party icon)

Comments

[xp_daytripper]

Maybe? Also, why is the russian man who thinks I'll hurt his sisger here? he doesn't like me.

[xp_tarot]

If I understood at all I would explain, but men are often full of nonsense decisions about protecting women who are more powerful than they are.

You are like the sad puppycat right now. Very cute, very confused, very falling over your feet.

[xp_banshee]

You're so pretty, Marie-Ange. Amanda's so lucky. And your hair is so nice and straight and red and beautiful. I love your earrings. And your necklace. And your flowers.

[xp_tarot]

You are also very drunk, but you have an eleven foot tall boyfriend who can steal your phone away. ;)

[xp_banshee]

No! He's only seven feet tall! In boots! But he hates boots so I'll never make him wear them. And he's so lovely, he wants all the blackmail he can get just so he can poke fun at me. Look at his face right now. Isn't he wonderful?

I'll tell you a secret. Spoiler: It's not a secret.

I love him a lot. Like so much. Like. Like you love your Angie! Like that.

[xp_daytripper]

I LOVE MY ANGIE SO MUCH. ALSO, NEW YORLK IS DRUNK IN MUY HEAD AND I'M DURNK ADN EVERYONE JS DYURBJ...

[xp_banshee]

Oh no. I think my favourite Amanda is a mite too drunk.