Update: Alright, I still don't have time to write this story, but I will throw some pictures in, cause I said I would at least do an update, and here is one on Dublin (also went through London and Paris). We hit some bars in Dublin, including The Temple Bar, which is creatively named since it's in the Temple Bar area, which itself is named after neither a temple nor a bar. Whatever, Irish stuff is strange.
What kind of things do they have in Ireland? Really, two.
Full pints of Guinness and empty pints of Guinness. This picture really shows the circle of life, the yin and yang, and the need for somebody to get back up to the bar and get another one. Guinness in Ireland has nothing in common with Guinness in America. In the homeland, it is prepared properly and drinks smoothly. It's great. In America, it's crap that college boys drink to pose like they have great beer tastes, when really they're just pretentious doucheheads. More on that in a later update. Some more pictures:
Irish bars also have English girls, and that's good. It's very, very good. Ok, it's great. If these chicks had been hanging out in Boston in 1776 I'm sure we'd still be singing to the Queen and calling the trunk of a car a boot, even though you don't put your foot in the trunk. But they weren't there, so now we have to change our dollars into pounds and euros and get raped at the exchange counter without even being asked for our numbers. Oh well, if they had been there, they'd be really old right now and wouldn't look hot like they do in this picture.
What are they doing you ask? Nothing special. British girls as a matter of routine wear furry horns on their heads and sashes celebrating the female of the chicken species.
Here's Hailey, formerly Miss United Kingdom, or at least she should have been. I think probably she was - actually you can quote me on that. Anyway, she's from Essex and I'm sure she puts the sexy in Essex(y).
The crowd at the Temple Bar, representing the United Nations of Drunkenness.
Nice girls here, probably from Italy or some other ultra-sexy country like that. Don't you wish I'd post the video? If you'd like to see it, visit the premium area HERE.
Friends from Scotland who for no reason I can understand seemed to enjoy being around us.
It would have been nice to stay over and visit with these friends at this obviously kicking Dublin party.
Ok, no awesome story line yet, but I'm still busted from the travel.
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