Gird your leprechauns: it's upon us once again. A day when Bostonians put
aside their differences and come together in the shared pursuit
of delights so debauched that Fat Tuesday seem like a lazy
Sunday passed at your grandma's church social in comparison (ok, well not quite.)
A day that we celebrate with more ferocity and dedication than the
dude's own compatriots (they actually hardly seem to give a shit, so we
give it for them.