Ah yes, St. Patrick's Day. The only time of the year when puking in public isn't shameful, rather encouraged. And although I didn't go out partying Wednesday, as much as I stayed in my grandma's basement drinking green beer and crying, I did enjoy it. Mainly for these aftermath pictures that tend to surface: hot girls drinking beer, wearing green and being Holly Madison.
These amazing pictures of Holly playing beer pong and getting hammered are proof that I'm somehow living my life wrong. I'd be there, basking in big-boobied glory if only I would have chosen the right path.
I knew I should have accepted that job as Hugh Hefner's back-up fluffer.
