Oh Dear
 

Too late for the Knights of Columbus as well.

The Minstrel Boy To The Bar Is Gone
 

Hibernian hall has standards. Coltrane and Sequels wouldn't get a look in.

ETA: Who the FUCK is Sequels?

The Minstrel Boy To The Bar Is Gone
 

And, does her ass have room for an ashtray?

Finnegan's Wake
 

Indeed. I get misty just thinking of the boys showing up in their kelly green sports coats at my uncle's wake a few years ago. Meant a lot to my aunt, since they had spent more Saturday nights with my uncle than she did. They even paid for the piper at the cemetary. Classy in every sense of the word.

A Gift
 

For mmmmmm239578, just to let you know, I really do care. You should get a few of these for your girl.

http://forgetmenotpanties.contagious...org/index.html

sfw

TM

Finnegan's Wake
 

Ah sure, it'd bring a tear to a glass eye so it would.

You do know, don't you, that the Irish invented "white trash"?

Oh Dear
 

Vanity Fair Website?
Very Fabulous Weddings?
Vagina Fairy Wishes?
Veterans For Waxing?
Vulgarities for Wonk?

The Minstrel Boy To The Bar Is Gone
 

If you put down the fucking hooch for a minute, Mr. O'South-of-800, you might know.

And try googling it next time, you lazy fu-less bastard.

A Gift
 

Never before has a product been so perfectly tailored to the unknown by anyone but whimsically posted about SO of a poster. Well done. Too bad you chased mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm(hi Coltrane!) off the boards.

The Minstrel Boy To The Bar Is Gone
 

Offaly? Whiffolay!

The Minstrel Boy To The Bar Is Gone
 

McWhiff.

ETA (hi, Atticus!)

anyone else
 

I love that one.

Chalk another W up in the e-life column for the Wonkster.

FHM pics of Danica Patrick
 

(the IRL driver)

http://www.indymotorspeedway.com/danica.htm

A Gift
 

I'm still around, but way behind on all these posts about TM's preferred panty vendors and why Lindsay Lohan will never be as hot as Anne. How is your dry, sandy snatch?

Then I spent the afternoon drinking at the Cubs* game with clients, so now I am all fucked up and just mooching off some asshole's wireless network on some other asshole's roof while we all "check e-mail."* I am so behind that I haven't even seen sebby's post about buttfucking his wife except in signature lines. And I haven't even exchanged dirty PMs with Anne lately, either. I'm glad that I can still rely on a nonsensical post from you to make no fucking sense. Do you have some excuse about a baseball game to provide?

Are any of you cornholers going to Bonnaroo?

* Word is, Prior's arm might be broken!

* For me, this means, open up my laptop and fuck around on overheardinnewyork.com and this site because I already know what my e-mails are because I check them on my blackberry while pissing in the trough, so as not to alert my clients that I always know when they are trying to reach me. For them, I think that it means trying to figure out what strip club they are going to go to tonight and when their girlfriends should meet them so as best to avoid their wives finding anything out. I think one of them is gay and always trying to get the other ones drunk enough to fuck them, so maybe they are e-mailing each other about that, too. We look like nincompoops, but I just follow the crowd when the crowd butters my bread as much as these assholes (Hi, Carlos!) do!

A Gift
 

Well you better get back to it. Wonk has offered to grab my boob if I move to Chicago.