While Mr. Chase is still on vacation, no doubt holding court at some table full of locals convinced he is high on bath salts, the show must go on. Never fear, dear "readers", Vince is here. Everything is going to be alright.
Speaking of our pursuer of salmon, his people take this noblest of days to celebrate the miracles of their patron saint. Cheers and Happy St. Paddy's Day. As for the rest of you drunks who crash the party, be cool, ok? And no, a green plastic hat is not cool.
Here is a little Irish recording artist playlist for your holiday listening:
And now for the "news".
Do you think Hugo ever makes deep eye contact with people until they break down weeping, knowing they've just witnessed the sublime, because he can?
I've got my shirt off, Levy. Your move.
Can't take my eyes off of you/ you're just too good to be true/ your heavenly first touch/ Brix wants to hold you so much...
Not only is the premise of this article cray as hell, the writer wears the hell out of his CAPS LOCK button. I love this motherf*****.
The projected starters are all screwed now, right?