Guess what day it is?

So what the hell, let’s blow the damn doors off:











And speaking of whiteout, let’s go beyond the pale (SFW):




Now quit that silliness, and get off… to work.
Guess what day it is?

So what the hell, let’s blow the damn doors off:











And speaking of whiteout, let’s go beyond the pale (SFW):




Now quit that silliness, and get off… to work.
In a photoshoot of two totties I’ve never heard of, who star in a TV show I’ll never watch, on a beach I’ll never visit, there is but one thought running through my mind:
Letting a 4-year-old draw on your body with a Sharpie can never have a good outcome.

Pic posted so you don’t have to click on the link.
Oh gawd, it’s that time when everyone has to wear Teh Green, affect stupid Oirish accents while singing the revolting “Wild Irish Rose”, and drink vast quantities of Guinness.
In other words: watch out on the roads, because there are going to be a whole lot of amateur drunks out there.
Worse still, because St. Paodrioiaich’s Day falls in a Thursday, the whole nonsense may be carried over till tomorrow night.
Update: Oy.

It’s Britishland; what did you expect? Decent weather?



And the Royals, of course:

Fraffly well done, chaps.

So out of the water and onto land we go:




And in the same vein:







And speaking of smoking (hot), try Laura Elena Harring:




Off the couch, and off to work with you.

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