You kids today. You with your Blackberries, and video games, and custom ringtones on your 3D camera phones, and robot helpers, and color televisions. And of course, your My Space.
Why, in my day "My Space" meant the twin bed in the room I shared with my brother Pat. My Space as in "get out of my space or I'll kick your ass." But that's apparently not good enough for you whippersnappers today, you with your interwebs and whatnot.
Well, we here at the Kansas City Irish Fest are as "hep" and "with-it" as the next guy. So we now have a My Space..uh..space, too. So there. Go check it out. And if you have a page of your own, I understand you can be our friend, just by clicking some buttons. It was a lot harder to be somebody's friend in my day. You couldn't just click on them. You had to loan them money and date their ugly sister. But I guess that was just too damn much work for you. Now it's all just click click click.
Anyway, go see our My Space page and be our friend. Just don't ask us to loan you money.
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in one day, kcif myspace has 44 friends. i'm impressed,but not surprised...us virgos are just naturally gregarious!
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