#14 Can You Break Up Your Irish Jig, Please?
At 2:30 a.m, I was awakened by loud yells and cheering. There was a commotion that sounded like someone attempting to smash a hole through my ceiling with a sledgehammer. I stormed upstairs a bit scared of what I might find… It was six completely sober 18-year-olds cheering on their angry Boston Irish Catholic friend as he danced a jig in steel toe work boots. It was too ridiculous to even be mad. I told them to shut up and went back to bed.
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