I went to the Irish festival and it was fun, but I have one thing to say- windmill.
Seems strange. Windmills aren't Irish. I'm pretty sure they're Netherlandish.
My point is I wanted to do the windmill and knock out everyone in my personal space. There were too many people. I honestly felt like I was in Japan again, on a train at rush hour.
I'm beginning to sound like A. Wilfred Brimley. Time to go eat oatmeal.
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