When I was a kid, if you didn't wear green on St. Patrick's day, you got pinched. The rude boys would pinch haaaarrrrddd. I would be scouring my outfit to find a speck of green in a little leaf or anywhere. Some years I would fail to produce my green armor and get bruises all over my arms. I'd try to affix a leaf or clump of grass to myself to avoid the torture. Horrible. Of course I would retaliate on the years I did wear green, and pinch the daylights out of anyone I could. Nowadays, anytime I have tried to pinch somebody I've gotten threatened with a lawsuit.

F**KED IN IRELAND (keepin' it clean)
(until you look at the picture)