Googly Eye Pictures

I recently lost my gray felt hat and I eventually found it hanging out at The Royale drinking a fine stout!

Oh, the little scamp!

“I’m sorry, dear.  It’s the law!  We just can’t see each other anymore… at least not in St. Louis.”

“Alright, St. Louis!  YOU READY TO ROCK!?!?!?”

“I said, ARE YOU READY TO ROCK?  I can’t hear you!”

“Eh mate, I can’t ‘ear ‘em either!  Is something wrong with the bloody mics again?”

“Bloody ‘ell!  Can’t you yank roadies put together a proper stage once in a while… uh oh, I think they ‘eard that!”

I found my brain last night, passed out drunk and with a dumb tattoo. Well, at least it hasn’t taken up smoking…

“WOOAAAHH!! Hey, don’t sneak up on me like that!  Sheesh!  You almost scared the beer outta me!”

The Royale in St. Louis is proud to announce their new mascot: “The Royale Thing”!

“Yeah, it’s okay.  I don’t know what I’m supposed to be either anyway.  Just have another drink and don’t forget to tip your bartender.”

On Monday I had a very fun time at the Blackthorn Pub and Pizza in St. Louis, celebrating my 33rd birthday with my friends.

My friend Tracy got in on some of the Googly fun as well.

It must have been something in the beer that encouraged such googliness.

“My Googly, my Guinness!”