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]