Nope, today I'm opting out of my admittedly diluted Irish heritage. I refuse to acknowledge any connection, in however small a part, to this:
I'm guessing this is either supposed to be a pregnant woman, a pot-bellied man, or a fat Irish cherub who dances for spare change. I've yet to decide which of those options would make the pasties least disturbing, though. [tilting head thoughtfully] Hmm. Maybe the cherub.
Erin W., I've heard of a "coin slot" before, but isn't it supposed to be in the back?