Hey look, attractive girls and alcohol that doesn't come in a plastic bottle and you're nowhere to be found. Coincidence? No. But check out the guy in the upper-right corner sneaking his way. "Hey, we're all drunk, we're all laughing it up, we're all feeling good, who knows who's hand that is unbuttoning my bra?"
Part II: Checking For Witnesses
The creep shows his full face. This is like watching pirahna swim lazily around a helpless goldfish...
Part III: Making Moves
As stated above, those chapped, bristly lips could be any one's, right? Right?
*Bonus - look at the girl sprawled out face-first in the background. I bet she's having regrettable sex later!
A Big Boss Man look-alike, a woman with a face that's being blasted by a jet engine...Just another standard night at the local OTB. Anyone have a USA Gold to spare, or a shot of paint thinner?
Via an Eagle-eyed Reader: "(name redacted) looks like he's trying to smell his own fart."
I agree. And there's nothing more satisfying than farting, catching a whiff, and giddily awaiting the moment when the rest of your companions smell the awfulness that is the insides of your putrid stomach. Bravo, sir.
This guy missed the bus to Tottenham and instead needs to waste some time asking random women for a "suckle." Needless to say, this English Gentleman did not last very long in the bar. But he did get a free ride through the door with his face!
This is why weddings are awesome, because you can be the guy who gets bombed during cocktail hour and ruins hundreds of photos, and you're that guy, but not in a bad way, in a: "Holy shit, did you see so-and-so punch the bass guitarist in the face and steal his wallet? It was fucking nuts? So-an-so is fucking psycho. Let's buy him free drinks and get him this fucked up every time we go out!"
Or maybe only I think this way. But whatever. Cocktail hour drunk is the best kind of drunk...
The brunette on the left was the 3rd wheel the entire night. When given just a few seconds alone, the other two would makeout like teenagers and rummage through garbage like hobos looking for treats and snacks.
This hipster walked around in his skinny jeans for twelve more minutes, ruining photo after photo, then returned to his studio in Soho to drink micro-brewed beer and cut himself with a shard of broken glass while listening to the B-sides of his new Vampire Weekend imported LP.
