Where's the gold at?

Yesterday I was 1/32nd Irish, this morning it was something like a 16th, by 10'oclock tonight I will be telling everyone at the bar my last name is Williams (the Irish in me on my mom's side). So in light of this universally endorsed day of rampant alcohol consumption I've post this little gem;



The best part, other than the lady talking about a crack-head in a tree, that the news casters take this so much more seriously than the folks they interview.

Now to figure out where I can get one of those leprechaun flutes.