A few months ago, a group of journalists was doing what journalists do best – drinking at JJ Foley’s, yelling about State House politics, and making fun of the disabled.
And then – a convergence of the three! Some pints of Guinness inspired the mob to declare that somebody should totally make some “Kiss me, I’m Marty Walsh!” T-shirts, sell them in advance of the St. Paddy’s breakfast, and make a killing.
And now it has happened. Such a T-shirt now exists. It is for sale even as we speak. The fever is already sweeping this great city. So plz, bail out your local community of underemployed journalists, and snag one today.