Here's Some Boneheads Doin' An Irish Jig

Confession. I'm Irish. This video does not make me proud. Here's what I don't understand. Who decided that arms couldn't be a part of dancing? I don't get it. Was there some evil Irish warlord back before the potato famine who had kids born without arms? Do Irish chicks have the stinkiest armpits on the planet? It just doesn't make any sense. Dancing is a whole body thing, right? Maybe that's why you won't find many freckled, red-haired, colleen-faced strippers. How they gonna hold onto the pole? Right. Ain't happenin'. Love the beer. Hate the dancin'. Bang. Pay attention you drunken shillelagh's.

PS - Confession Part Two - Irish food sucks. Ya boil a bunch of salty meat, potatoes, and veggies and call that a meal? Uh-uh. I'll take lasagna any day. Or pizza, or spare ribs, or steak, or prime rib, or Chinese, or Greek, or Thai, or Mexican, or MacDonald's, or KFC, or a boiled fekkin' shoe, or....