For those Sorry Drunk Regulars who somehow missed yesterday’s Cinco De Mayo Extravaganza, here’s a screenshot of the front page. We’ll be picking up confetti for weeks, and someone left a half bottle of tequila on my desk, so let me know if it’s yours. On second thought, scratch that, it’s almost lunch.
As far as the evening went, nothing too exciting to report. Hit a couple Mexican-themed bars, natch. (That was for you, Laz). You can’t go out on Cinco and go to a place that doesn’t have an “El” in the name. You know, chips, salsa, margaritas, chicas, beer pong (don’t ask), margaritas, more chicas, margaritas, blackout.. a normal Thursday night.
So, going through the cell phone this morning, I’m sad to say I wasn’t surprised to find a couple drunken pictures I took. Five actually, but three of them are of a girl’s ass that was standing next to me at the bar. Nothing says class more than sneaking camera phone pics of some girl’s butt. Sometimes I make myself so proud. Did I mention I love tequila. The other two are of Pink’s Hot Dogs as I stumbled home from the bar. You gotta love a place that constantly has a line at 2 in the morning, regardless of the day. For hot dogs. I love Hollywood.
Photos after the jump.
Archive for Pictures
Sorry Drunks At The Cinema – Mallrats 10th Anniversary
It was 6pm… We got to the theatre early, but not early enough. We were delayed on route when a motorcycle T-boned a car on Hollywood Blvd. The line was already around the block. Everyone wearing the same t-shirt. If it weren’t in the heart of Hollyweird, it may have gotten a few looks. We were all there to see Mallrats… 10th anniversary… with Kevin Smith and cast… shot for the DVD. Lazlo and I came prepared, as always, with a bottle of Jim Beam that had been equally distributed into individual 1 liter Coke bottles.
Took a bunch of pictures, but my camera sucks and most of them were blurry. The few good ones after the jump…
Maybe She Should Order Two More – You Know, Hedge Her Bets
Just to let you know, that yes, I am still alive, here’s a quick link to our friends over at Defamer, who found this wonderful pic at Goldenfiddle. But this just again raises that age-old Hollywood question…
How many attempts will it take for Tara Reid to suckle one of the two margarita straws in front of her before her left implant bursts, possible killing half of the customers at El Torito?
My guess is 4. Any thoughts?
Quick Shot: Pamela Anderson Gets Drunk In London
I know, that’s not really news, but shit, it’s Friday and I wanted to post something.
“She didn’t want to call it a night until 4am and she was pretty much the last to leave the party.” Oh. My. God. 4am. I need a drink.
See no pictures and a really lame article right here.
Sometimes, even I am impressed in how I can sell a story. Have a great weekend…Lou
I Can’t Put My Finger On What Went Wrong…
So dear readers, again it takes me until Wednesday to write anything resembling an entry about the weekend. Except this time I’m typing with nine good fingers because my drunk ass cut the tip off my finger yesterday in a freak work-related X-acto knife accident.
Keira Knightley Nude Pictures – For Real This Time… NOPE SORRY
So I’ve been thinking about this all weekend, and my earlier ruse here was no way to start out in building the trust of my readers. So I’m going to live up to my initial empty promise and give you guys the few real topless ones of Keira that I know of. I’ll try and locate the actual drunk nude scene from “The Jacket” as soon as I can. But now it’s you’re turn to start sending in some drunk stories and pics and let’s get this thing going. –Louie.
Thumbs after the jump… (Nudity, obviously)
UPDATE: Google Ads made me take them down. Sorry.
Fools in April – From LA to SD to TJ and Back Again
Louie here…
Again, a weekend goes flying by and it’s Wednesday before I get around to writing anything about it. And of course, I’m at work, have to keep going into meetings and such and won’t be able to get into a rhythm and this triple mocha will fade quickly into the past. Well, then there’s no time to waste…
There I was, somewhere in San Diego, looking out at the ocean… Swami, I believe the surfers refer to it as. Drunk, on champagne, hearing the team from Champaign, the Illini, beat up on, oh who was it, Louisville or something? Heh. Not quite sure how this whole weekend was or is going after the past 48 hours and knowing that there was at least one more night to come.
I THINK I STEPPED IN ONE OF THESE ON THE FARM ONCE
An unidentified reader sent in this camera phone picture from an ad above a urinal. Besides the logistics of the actual picture-taking, the drink sounds intriguing.
Obviously, we would recommend the 100 proof schnapps. 30 proof? What is this junior high? And even though I’ve just about tired on the whole Red Bull craze, you had me at Jager.
Click on the pic for the full image and read the ingredients after the jump…
