It’s Friday night and you’re with d’girls. You’re 40, this is your first night away from d’husband and d’childer so far this year (unless you’re counting the numerous Leisureplex birthdays that you’ve had to sit through, eating a slice of wet, overpriced pizza and being forced to socialise with Angela- that blonde arsehole who won’t SHUT UP about how great her children are, even though you KNOW that her little ‘angle’ Tadhgh is across the room beating the shit out of the Leisureplex mascot). You and d’girls have gathered in order to let loose for the night- you want to get krunk and talk shit about your husbands. You want to have a wild night without leaving the couch.
Enter: the Wild Marg. It’s the only way to make your wild night in even wilder. Coated in a layer of ‘wild’ clay that I dug up from my Grandad’s farm in Co. Limerick, this drinking vessel imbues your libations with a WILD vibe (not scientifically proven). You might just need to buy two so that you can double-fist your cheeky margs.
It’s Friday night and you’re with d’girls. You’re 40, this is your first night away from d’husband and d’childer so far this year (unless you’re counting the numerous Leisureplex birthdays that you’ve had to sit through, eating a slice of wet, overpriced pizza and being forced to socialise with Angela- that blonde arsehole who won’t SHUT UP about how great her children are, even though you KNOW that her little ‘angle’ Tadhgh is across the room beating the shit out of the Leisureplex mascot). You and d’girls have gathered in order to let loose for the night- you want to get krunk and talk shit about your husbands. You want to have a wild night without leaving the couch.
Enter: the Wild Marg. It’s the only way to make your wild night in even wilder. Coated in a layer of ‘wild’ clay that I dug up from my Grandad’s farm in Co. Limerick, this drinking vessel imbues your libations with a WILD vibe (not scientifically proven). You might just need to buy two so that you can double-fist your cheeky margs.
