I never heard of "getting pinched" until this year.

Naw. Maybe I should have pinched someone.

I barely got out of the house, so, No.

My motto for this absurd "holiday" is -
Pinch me and get punched.

They still have us working at home and I had no reason to go out. Living alone ... I had to pinch myself.

I live in Georgia, they don't even know about that, nor many other ethnic traditions.

I don't even own any green clothing.
And if anyone assaulted me with a pinch I would hit them very hard.

Nope

I had a Shamrock Shake...

Yes, a woman pinched me today! I had green on most of the day, but changed to take a walk tonight, wearing no green, just didn't find anything clean that was suitable for waiting for the full moon to rise...

A neighbor spied me while I was walking and waved me over to a picnic table to chat. A friend of his then came over, wearing the cutest green sparkly shamrock earrings, so I complimented her on them. She took one look at me, up and down, and pinched me hard on the arm! Then she invited everyone else at the table to pinch me too!

The guy who had invited me over to the table (who I think has designs on me) wisely thought better of that idea, haha!

In my defense, I did shower with (green) Irish Spring soap after my swim, so... I was covered, though invisibly.

On St. Patrick's Day 2017, Karen and I hiked up Hay Canyon using micro-spikes.

I'm half-Irish. Karen stuck vivid green moss on my hat brim to celebrate.

Anyone who pinches me, or even lays a finger on me, for any reason at all, that individual is eligible for a throat punch. St Patrick, of course, was a genocidal thug bent on eliminating druidry using organized violence - he did a brutally good job of it too. The snakes thing was bullshit. The shamrock story is lame. It's telling that the day is now one of drunken excess to celebrate this "holy" guy, you know?

No, but I split my skirt. I knew that I should not had that last cake.