Entering our jet bound for London, we cannot help but think if two douchebags like us are allowed to have this fun or if some major disaster, like a plane crash, is bound to happen.

On our short range flights within Europe we usually take our jet. Needless to say it’s first class otherwise. But we want you to know that we started small. In a small bar called Lemon to be specific, and God didn’t give us lemons.

Forty minutes encounting. TrendGiveAfuck’s about to invade your London style-world. Good to know. Good to go.

The Licious is feeling the Brit inside him (and on his bag). Welcome to London, old chap!

I gots the skill, come get your fill, ’cause when we shoot ta give, we shoot to kill!
We came to get down, We came to get down, so get out your seats and jump around!

Jump around!

Was this before or after she gave us shots to drink? I would say after. What’s up with the grinding in this club? The peeps to the left are doing the same thing.

- Happy new year! I love you!
- Oh I’m so in live with 2010! I wanna have a 3-sum with you and 2010!

Guys, you are so pissed you forget new years eve is tomorrow. But I’m glad you’re enjoying it.

As a French man, he should be a Casanova by blood, but he and I couldn’t still figure out this strange girl’s methods and motives.

The Licious is looking for some booty, but is he at the right place? They said there’s lots o’ booty in Camden Town.

Why would we love Camden? Maybe because we just step out the door, grab some chinese on the way, and assemble tonite’s outfits from five different stores, without leaving the block.

And they got baboon arses sticking out of their handrails.