Begosh, begorrah* and blastoma. I'll forever be thankful for our trip to Dublin, Ireland in November 2010 during our jackass 3 "victory lap"/jackass 3.5 "working vacation" through Europe and the UK—and not just because someone thought it would be funny to play the old switcheroo** on us at the premiere after party. No, mainly it was because it allowed me to stock up on photos of Wee Man dressed up as a leprechaun for at least 10–12 more St. Patrick's Days to come. So, if you've got a touch of the Irish, or you've ever had a drop of the Irish in you, on you, or dribbling down your chin or pant leg, we salute you, your pint of Guinness, and the Blarney stone you kissed in upon. Slainte!
* Not to be confused with Hedorah, the infamous smog monster of Japan.
** The women were not what they seemed. Or at least they were prior to midnight. Then someone pulled the rugs out from under us and transposed them with transgenders. Tuck 'em if you got 'em!
(Photo by Sean Cliver; Dublin, Ireland 2010)