Just for my wife...

[dr_lucifer]

I promised many many moons ago to put up a retarded photo post of us destroying ghey cocktails in Dublin in the summer, and I never got to do it...


It's disturbing that you can actually witness the progression of our drunkeness...



And let the gheyness commence!



Hot like wasabi.



Just plain spastic.



ROCK POINT!



Like a dubious hawk.



What next?1/!?!?!? OMFGZZZZWHAAAAT NEXXXXXT?!?!?!



Looking a bit gaffick there, wife...



"It has a fine bouquet. Like a warm summers day, cherry blossoms, and BOOOOOZE."



Approving ROCK POINT!



I was either looking like a ghey connosieur, or trying not to fall off my chair.



Hawt photo for t3h w1n!



*happy happy boing boing*



"You? Yer my besht mate. I *hic*, no serrrsily, I fuhckin luff jooo!"



Strawberry daquiris. The mincing tattoo artist's ghey cocktail of choice.



The almighty Purple Rain. It even tasted purple. If it tasted like Prince, I would have been worried. Or intrigued...



Feelin the ghey luff.



Now that's just plain greedy.



Obligatory claw of screaming temporal doom. And joy.



Plus a spot of half cut posing with shopping and Philo (RIP).



Shorts! ARGH!