Imps @ the bar

Another impsie run-in at a bar...and involving slushy drinks. Look at this one. It is ridiculous. For some reason it has its suns off, but no matter...It is still obviously an impsie, and it is in NO MOOD!!! Observe the haughty and sassy demeanor, with impy hand on impy hip (or in handbag, hard to tell...) Lips primed, pursed and ready for immediate gloss application. Feisty gum-popping will soon commence...

Right before this was pixed there was a little altercation amongst the imp posse. The little lushes had settled on the strawberry daiquiri flight as the meal for the evening, and had already been causing quite the ruckus from the first round of ordering. (to the barkeep: “Yeah, gives us the straw'bry daquiris, extra 'brollys...and no virgin ones, nee-vuh!” “Yeah, we likes them wit' booze...and 'SPERIENCE!!” ) While slurping through the fourth or fifth course, a heated argument arose regarding the relative attractiveness of David Beckham broke out. Amidst bold declarations of various vulgar atrocities they would be willing to incur upon “that stupid slag cow Posh” for but one night of impy lovemaking with Becks, this one was audacious (or stupid) enough to declare beloved Beckham “not all that” and purported Ricky Martin to be his superior in looks as well as a lover. Perhaps one too many tequila daiquiris, I daresay. This was met with raucous indignation (“Yeah, 'es good in the sac if you're anotha' POOFTAH!!!”), and the poor Ricky supporter had quite the mic taken out of it. Resenting the IMPlication that it's beloved was a bit limp-wristed, it sulked off to the corner of the bar, applied mango flavored gloss and treated the bar to the entirety of Ricky's Greatest Hits album from the jukebox. Initially this was met with catcalls and hissing, but after another couple rounds of sugary slush, the outcast was brought back into the fold during the groups' dancing and singing along (sort of) to Martin's “She Bangs”. “We's bangs we's bangs...oh baby when we's moves's, we's moves's...” and so on, and by the time they had started just pouring daiquiri on each other instead of drinking it and preparing to run out on the tab through the bathroom window, all had been forgotten.


Here are some pics, judge for yourself! Who's the hottest? Becks, Ricky, or Ricky's boyfriend...*



And then there's Posh. She is CLEARLY a celeb-imp. Tell-tale suns, cell (is she working some double-cell action there?!), extravagent jewelry, and silly tattoo. Look at her. She is ridiculous. Buy her fragrance. You know the imps did...


* Okay okay, that is his half brother. But still. The pic is hilarious.