Day 4, 5, 6 and a bunch of loosely organized events chronologically thrown together in no particularly unorganized fashion. Today’s Irish tips: Unabrows are still cool here. They may be a symbol of how big your penis is. The bigger the unabrow, the bigger your junk is. But that’s just a theory I don’t think I’ll ever be able to fully investigate and conclude without having some sort of severe life style change. The word thing spoken in an Irish accent sounds like thang, which actually sounds more like tang, which makes me thirsty for tang, which they don&rsqu [View Full Entry]

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Day 3 and 4 “One of us has to go” I now have 2 hostel stds. I named one Larry and the other one Tom, which is my middle name, but it’s definitely a, “Tom,” hostel STD. I wonder if there’s an Albanian kid on the 6th floor writing in his journal who just named his STD, Brian…. probably not. I have found 2 good uses for rain. One use is obvious, the use other is not. First rain makes everything here green, really green. From the grass, to the mold on the sides of white painted houses, to the moss [View Full Entry]

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Day 3 and 4 Travel Blog has been delayed due to the Manchester United and Liverpool match at the pub and my subsequent venture to the Jameson distillery and the home of Viagra, in Cork Ireland. We'll catch up then. Kudos to Tara for allowing me and the boys futbol time, drinking time and believing my story that i can't drive stick shift even though she knows i'm full of shit. She's very kind and understanding. Breakfast time, something about black pudding made of pigs blood. I smell deliciousness or diahrea. [View Full Entry]

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Day One Shelly, smile. I plucked my eyebrows and wolf-man ear hairs this morning. I love Irish tea. I really really love it. I find myself anxiously awaiting teatime, which luckily for me is breakfast, lunch, mid day, dinner and after a futbol match, though I’m hardly taking advantage of this. I’m already convinced that an Irish smile could charm a person into doing anything, with the exception of the airline hostess Caroline who has the most perfect upper row of teeth and hurricane Katrina teeth on the lower. My favorite words spoken in an Irish accent; “ok, [View Full Entry]

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First let me begin with a song i wrote on the first 30 minutes of my plane ride; (all characters depicted in this song may or may not be real and only some of this really happened) Whiskey On the Plane 'O As I was going over The dirty pacific ocean I met with stomach aches And sickness not from the motion She first produced a drink cart And then i produced my Euros Caroline gave me some Jameson And became my first Irish hero (Chorus) Musha ring dumma do damma da Caroline keep me sane 'ol Caroline keep me sane [View Full Entry]

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Tara just gave me a note i had written drunk at the bar. I felt it necessary to include it after i just had written about the other night from memory. From my Love Note; "I have discovered Guinness to be a tasty exceptional drink here in Ireland. It's definitely less tasty than i was made to believe, but still delicious. It's is less exceptional than Smithwicks, "properly said, "smith-icks." This is by far the best tasting beer i have ever had. I have yet to find a Murphy's Red though. I am convinced that Will Brady is watering down his [View Full Entry]

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me and tara just shacked up at a smelly hostel which charges for internet. i have two days worth of shit to speak on, so check back tomorrow morning (wed) or late tuesday night your times. I gotta skiddaddle. Tara's napping, i'm now wired and the pubs just opened. It already rains too much. [View Full Entry]

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