Post St. Patty’s Day GPOYW. My body is currently rejecting itself and I don’t see an end to the pain anytime soon. Ugh.

Live updating for sure in between sensations of imminent death and euphoria that the feeling has passed only to let down minutes later. If I miss your gpoywness an e-mail (thacker.ba at gmail) gets you some hotlinkage. Subject: Just because the beer is green doesn’t mean you can drink more of it.

GPOYW on!

Updates: DB (little nervous), Sandlex (with Lenin), Philippe (medicated), Kathleen (todos), Michelle (bubbles!), Aimers (morning sunshine), Nathalie (late night), David (sunlight), Kevin (impression), Alla (real hood), Leslie (early years), Tyler (chop!), Cara (fake cig), Aaron (with stash), Anna (not Irish), Paul (with pick), McPherson (from christmas), Zoe (with dogs), D-Karp (pretty in pink), Sarah (festive), Jay (waiting), JJ (first gpoyw ever), Superdo (topchef), Ellest (with son/sun), Kelly (bed jumping), SaraD (looking down), Rob (beering), Ashley (playing the part), myBro (not working), SP (bubble), Jessica (large boots), AntiKris (1 of 32), Marco (doing it right), Erin (booties), Caroline (no dudes allowed), Tiffany (waiting game), Heather (in bathroom?), Katie (a little golf never hurt anyone), Hunson (all done), Farmie (thank you :), Matt (with tie), Kaylinn (animal torture),