Liam Neeson in London. (November 10, 2011)
Why should I shake it before putting it back in my pants?
He must have pissed his pants because the 1920’s gangsters have come for him.
Hate to say it, Liam but you might want to put Depends on the shopping list.
“Mr. Neeson, I think you’ve had enough.”
“I’ll tell you when I’ve had enough! Oops. That was it. OK, time to go.”
Evidence that Mr Neeson needs a new wife.
You know what’s cool? Being the only guy without a bowler. That’s cool.
Why? At least those guys have something to pee in if all else fails.
Not again ! This is the second time Liam has been photographed with a wet spot on his pants. Somebody needs to get some depends.
the dude is Irish…if you’re not drunk and pissing yourself, your citizenship expires. True story!
To be fair he did make it as far as the gents.
From the looks of it, it’s probably drool.
A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I’m a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald… striking. So, I’m on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one – big hitter, the Lama – long, into a ten-thousand foot crevasse, right at the base of this glacier. Do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga… gunga, gunga-lagunga. So we finish the eighteenth and he’s gonna stiff me. And I say, “Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know.” And he says, “Oh, uh, there won’t be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consciousness.” So I got that goin’ for me, which is nice.
That’s exactly what I was going to say.
But what I do have is a very peculiar wet spot; a wet spot I have acquired over a very long night of drinking. A wet spot that makes me a nightmare for people like you. If you direct me to a toilet now, that’ll be the end of it. I will not soak myself, I will not create a puddle. But if you don’t, I will empty myself, I will let it all out, and I will flood the sidewalk.
An ‘nen my invishable fren’ giimme a han’job,HIC!
wow he was photographed a couple of years ago with peed pants.
who is his publicist?
Maybe Natasha wasn’t the only one to hit a tree that day!
“Give me back my glasses”
“Give me back my sobriety”
“Oh TEA! I thought you said would I like a spot of PEE.”
It’s not UNKNOWN that Mr. Neeson has TAKEN a piss in his pants during a KRULL in the festivities – but don’t cross this DARKMAN off your SCHINDLERS LIST for being in HIGH SPIRITS.
The eyebrow says it all
Hey, I might piss my pants too, if I got accosted by two droogs on the streets of London.
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