Worra load of old tosh. These two nincompoops got their bleeding faces stranded on one of them bloody banks of sand in Dublin. All because they just don't where they are.
Those faces tell all i.e "what fucking idiots we are". Then the bar stewards had to have a flying contraption machine come rescue them. What world do we live in eh? Hopefully they had access to Rampant via sandbar wifi so they could check out all the lovely ladies that be presenting themselves today.