Martin Sheen in Dublin. (July 25, 2011)
Isn’t there some cause he needs to get to? Whales? Earth? Haitians? Something?
The guy in back is trying to figure out if “Martin Sheen” and “Charlie Sheen” are the same person.
In these photos there’s always an Irish doorman in the background pursing his lips and wondering, ‘Is that the President or that lunatic tiger-blood fellow?’
The fateful moments before a distraught Rowan Atkinson shoots and kills President Bartlett.
I suppose he must know the way to Rory’s. It’s famous!
I tought I taw a puddy tat!
man, look how flat his face is from falling flat on it so often…way to pass the genes along to Charlie there Martin
My hometown makes an appearance twice? And neither times were for Bono?
I’m so happy.
And this one I’m dancing is the Cloverleaf Jig.
I thought Kim Jong Il wasn’t allowed out of North Korea.
The guy in the background is all like “the fru-its of the dev-ill”
Dublin’s contribution to the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade.
“They told me inside that the O’Bamas are what they call Black Oirish, but I think they were taking the piss. Ah, but who cares? They called me Mister President gave me all the Jamesons I could drink for free – who wants to start a fight?”
‘Why that’s that actor who played the American president, with the daughter who’s face looked like a foot, that had the headaches in those commercials…’
Draw a lightening bolt on his head and he could be Harry Potter in his 90’s
Martin Sheen leaving the Cardinal’s office after being denied a special dispensation to divorce Charlie from the family.
Fuckin’ ‘ell this is the Marrion not the Marriot you soppy cunt!
I love the smell of my farts in the morning.
Someone just got whacked in the face with a shovel.
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