Michael,I can't discuss all the details of what happened on St. Patty's day in Burlington because as my friends in front of Old Navy say, "What happens on Church Street, stays on Church Street." Also I don't really remember much past my first green beer. Those things are as big as me and well, after the fine two ladies I met that night plopped me inside their beer steins, I had to drink my way out.
I beg you not to let Angela know, even though I still detest her for kissing Andrew and his losing Cornell Red Dogs of upstate New York. They screwed up my Nancy pool.
Here are some photos but don't send them to Packer like you did when you have bikini photos of Jan in Jamaica. That really wasn't very intelligent.
Faith and begorra, I think I had a fine time in Burlington on St. Patty's Day, but I don't really remember.
Sadly,
Dwight former green beer drinker
P.S. Maybe it's time to come home, I don't know.
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