We thought we'd check in with some London partyers today, because there's just something about a British accent. Drunken babbling sounds smart. Questionable theories sound way believable. And even the strangest pickup lines seem suave when delivered with intonations out of Merry Olde Englande.
I got a whole posse devoted to your pleasure, baby .
My disembodied arm knows all the best moves.
Later in the evening, you'll be making the V-for-Victory sign too!
Brr! My hands are cold! Can I warm them in your cleavage?
Um. I'll take your breath away.
That's a nice shirt. Can I talk you out of it?
I will put a baby in here.
Let's make like fabric softener and snuggle.
Are those space knickers? Because your ass is out of this world.
You make me glad I have opposable thumbs, baby.
Are you from Tennessee? Because you're the only ten I see! Hahahahahahah.
Let's play doctor? Maybe? I dunno. You're terrifying.
Wow. Uh. I like cats. Pregnant cats.
This just got weird.
[All photos by Christopher James at WeKnowWhatYouDidLastNight.com]