Everyone who's lived, visited or even been in Dublin will know of the infamously famous Temple Bar.
Mecca to hens, stags and general piss ups alike - this holy ground is paved with spilt pints, foreign bodies and signs of a night well spent. If you know what we mean.
It has always, is always and will always be the same - morning noon and night, and we wanted to document its commitment to the cause.
The cause being to drink enough pints to fill an ocean.
1. Ah Jesus, how am I going to manage this
How did I let this happen? AGAIN?
2. Is this even Dublin???
3. ''Excuse me, excuse me, excus – F*CK OFF''
4. Does that sign say pints are ONLY €7?
Good lord. Surely this is hell.
5. Who on Earth ever thought cobblestones were in any way practical?
6. Tiny death sentences built into the ground
*whispers to the cobbles* ''Please don't trip me''
7. Oh, great another busker
8. Wonder what they'll sing
9. How does ALL of this area smell like piss?!
EVERYWHERE
10. Piss AND weed
Impressive? Impressive.
11. ? Dick straws to the left of me ?
12. ? Scousers to the right ?
13. ? Here I am, bawlin' in Temple Bar with you ?
14. God bless the lads in the sandwich boards
*starts clapping aggresively*
15. Doing God's work so they are
16. Oh look, a 'Ye Olde Sweete Shoppe', how quaint
Let's pop in, shall we.
17. Oh, well there's to a puddle of vomit
18. Surrounded by hun-buns
19. Sounds about right
Please don't kill me.
20. Uggggh, this street is NEVER ENDING
21. Also, surely some of these musicians's friends would tell them their rubbish?
