Kiss me! (Even if I’m not exactly Irish)

I ALMOST missed PDay! Gosh! But in celebration, I shall post (no big shock there) Pierce to keep you company on your liquid journey. Why Pierce? Because I’m watching him in Butterfly on a Wheel (opposite Gerard Butler (also fucking HOTT)) and I get to listen to his rarely-used Irish accent. *swoons* Granted his acting chops aren’t quite impressive, but really, I don’t think the ladies mind. I don’t think they mind ONE BIT.

Bond. James Bond.

I spy with my little eye a delicious man in a suit.

Cheers!

Green Day

The Guiness.
The Adik.
The jig.
The Traveling Celts.
The Mean Girl.
The bar of choice, Murphy’s.
The Spaniard.
The pink feather boa.
The Colm with a guitar.
Teh Glooe.
The beer.
The midgets.
The Mick.
The bagpipes.
The Susie.

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AWESOOOME!!!

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Because a night like that could not possibly be put into a cohesive sentence without bursting into fits of laughter and Irish dancing. So here are pictures of St. Paddy 2008.

The Whore, The Pimp, The Slut.
I gots the whole corner street collection.

Token creepy Spaniard picture.
He always looks the same. Creepy and diseased.

The pink feather boa dare.

Colm rocked that boa. ROCKED.

Another picture of a white dude that badly needs a tan.

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Hope your St. Paddy’s was nothing short of a riot! Here’s something to help you with your hangover. I leave you in the capable hands of Colin and Cillian.
(Oo, close kami. Huwag kumontra.)