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This is Anna.  Anna has a name that means gracious in Hebrew.  Why is that important?  Fucked if I know.  I went out with a Hebrew girl once.  At least she told me she was Hebrew.  We went out for a while and had a few laughs.  Inevitably things moved to the bedroom and we were getting hot and heavy.  I suppose I was being the ultimate gentleman by respecting her wishes not to do anything until she felt she was ready, so it came as a surprise.  To find out that she had been telling the truth all along.  She was indeed a Hebrew, and not a Shebrew.

I don’t think I’d have the same worry with Anna here, she’s all woman.

Photography courtesy of Celtic Glamour

Holy Jesus.

What else can we say?

This is what Love Irish Boobs is all about.  San is a real Irish woman who decided to give glamour modelling a go.  It’s not gratuitous, it’s not demeaning.  She decided to do the shoot and decided to leave everything to the imagination.

Plus she’s absolutely gorgeous.

Trade is down in pubs lately, but we can’t help but think that it might pick up if more pubs had a dress code like this one.  We’re not saying which pub it is, you’ll just have to visit every one that you come across and hope you find San.

And now the obligatory puns that accompany pictures of a woman in underwear behind a bar:

She gives good head – on a pint

We could whip her up some special brew

We could shake her up a creamy cocktail

And so on.

Enough of this fuckwittery, on with the pictures.

We’ve said this before, but we love a brave woman.  Not only does it take courage to bare all in a photoshoot, or even a photoshoot on a beach.  But to pose nude in a photoshoot on a beach in Ireland takes some real girl balls.

Even on the hottest day we’re likely to receive in this country, the beach is no place to be.  But that doesn’t bother Polly here.  Even the fact that she’s sitting on ragged rocks and probably getting sand in places doesn’t deter her.

Maybe she’s interested in fishing.  I went fishing at the beach once with me da and all we caught was a poxy cold.  B’dum tsh.  Seriously though, it’s a shit place to fish.  Having said that though, there was a drunken instance during rag week when I rolled around the sand with a tasty piece of stuff.  Wasn’t fishing exactly, but I did wake up with crabs.

Not that we’re suggesting that Polly has crabs, because we’re not and we won’t hear it said about her.

Although she does look familiar….

This is Natalie, and we like Natalie.

Natalie is what Boob.ie’s real Irish babes section is all about.  She could be the girl sitting next to you on the bus.  She could be the girl serving you in the bank when you go to cash your dole cheque.

She hasn’t fallen in to the belief that a woman needs fake tan and a bleach job to be sexy.

I once pulled a girl in a club who was covered in fake tan, the next morning the walk of shame was just that.  I looked like I’d been the target of a toddlers dirty protest.

It pretty much smelled like that too.

Also Natalie hasn’t falled for the bottle of bleach for the hair.  The dirty nappy schmeared woman also had a Worzel Gummidge do.  It not only felt like straw, but set off my allergies.  But I have to commend her hair dresser for getting just the roots of her hair jet black.  There’s a lot of that style going around these days.

It’s worse than a comb over on a dude.

No, not our Natalie.

This is Michelle.

There are lots of things that we like about Michelle.  We like the fact that she has great taste in sexy under garmenty things.  We like the fact that she has great taste in strappy sandally half way up the leg type dealies.  We also like the fact that she plays pool.

Why do we like these things?

Dunno really, but for any man who goes to his local snooker hall he’ll understand that the testosterone levels go through the roof whenever a woman enters.

It’s a strange thing.  Not many women enter the halls of the local snooker place, so when one does a man feels immediately out of place.  We’re taken back to our days in the community center when the boy who could pot the balls quickest got some action under the stage.

This would explain why some of us are better at getting the balls away than others.

I’m great at getting them in the pockets, but that’s only because I had a better looking mate who got the action despite not being able to hold a cue without hurting himself.  So I played pool for hours until he was finished under the stage.  Then I’d have to tell the girl that it was all over.

Politics is complicated.

Well gentlemen (and ladies) it’s that time of the week again, when we celebrate the wonderful world of the boob.

That’s right, it’s Boobie Tuesday.

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First up today we have Kate.  Kate sent us some pictures that she said “… took ages to get done with the self timer … … but I did have fun … … I feel very naughty doing this”.

It’s ok to feel naughty Kate.

a boob!

We’d love to say that we feel naughty looking at your pics, but feeling naughty is an experience we’ve long since lost.  We do feel guilty though, we should be visiting our nan.  Ah, they won’t unplug the machine until we get there.

Next up is Shell.  Shell didn’t want to tell us anything about herself apart from the fact that she’s 20 and from Kildare,so we’re going to make up stuff.

So here we go.

Shell is an astronaut detective who travels the galaxy solving mysteries with her comedy sidekick, Mr Wicklebum.

Mr Wicklebum is always getting her into trouble and causing more hassle than he’s worth.

Isn’t that always the way with sidekicks?

Lastly, but by no means leastly, we have Jodie.

Those of you who are fans of Boobie Tuesdays and the real girls section may remember when she sent in pictures of herself before.  If you don’t, refresh your memory HERE.

Last time she said that she loved releasing her inner porn star.

Looks like this time she’s embracing her stripper side with those nipple tassles!

We can’t wait to see what side she unleashes if she decides to come back again!

We salute Kate, Shell and welcome back Jodie.

Girls, get yourself featured on Boobie Tuesday and let your wild side out.

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We remember seeing a film a while back, quite a while back actually and it featured two actors who were completely too old to be playing the characters they were playing.

It was all wigs and funny voices and weird lingo and a rock n’roll soundtrack.

It was something of an iconic movie of its time, so some might say.

Looking back it was a bit shite really, but it did give us a word that we like to use in special occasions.

That word is SCHWING!

We think you’ll agree that it is indeed quite a fitting word to match the pictures of the stunning Lee here.

“Party on Wayne”

“Go fuck yourself Garth, I’ll be over here with Lee”

That’s our version of the new Wayne’s World movie that we’ve written.

It won’t feature Mike Myers, so that’s all you need to know to make you want to go and see it.

Lee here certainly brought out the geeky teenager in all of us here in Boobiedome.  It was schwings and uncomfortable trouser readjusting everywhere.

We didn’t even have time to ask why she’d be wearing an evening dress in a hay field.  Unless she doing the walk of shame, but we doubt Lee would ever do anything to be ashamed of, namely any of us.

Lee has everything that men love, a natural beauty.  No caked make up, no fake tan and scary nail extensions.  If you want that kind of stuff, you can go elsewhere.  There’s nothing sexier than a woman who is naturally beautiful, well actually a woman who is naturally beautiful and who poses for great pictures might come close.

Some magazines and websites will feature women who unfortunately do things to themselves that take away that beauty.

Fake tan that smudges, smells and makes them look like they rolled around in a pumpkin.  Bleach blond hair that makes them look like Worzel Gummidge.  Real men don’t want that.  If we did we’d cover a blow up doll in Marmite and go to town.  Not that we’ve ever done that, or got caught doing it by our granny and can never look her in the eye again.

That’s a walk of shame, let me tell you.

We’re rambling.

We don’t really care why she’s in a hay field in a dress like that, it just makes for a great shoot, and we’d love to see more of her around these parts.

We would make a joke about wanting to see her around other parts, but we’re above that.

Ok we’re not, but we just can’t think of a classy enough way to put it.

Thanks to Celtic Glamour.

This is Joan from Irish Babes in Masks.

Metaphorically of course we all wear masks.  Like some people wear masks of humour to disguise an inner turmoil.  Some people wear a harsh grumpy mask even though their just kittens on the inside.  Or some people wear masks after car crashes, like that really bad Tom Cruise and Cameron Diaz movie.

Of course there’s no better tradition involving the wearing of a mask than at Halloween.  I remember being sent out with a Darth Vader mask and a black rubbish bag as a costume to trick or treat.

I think the neighbours took pity on me and gave me the most treats.  It was all mini Mars bars and bags of Tayto.  No apples or monkey nuts for me, no sir.

We doubt that many people would be feeling sorry for Joan here.  Probably feeling a bit sorry that they weren’t there with her when this shoot was taking place.

Maybe one day when we decide to wash ourselves we’ll be invited over.

We can only hope.

Photography courtesy of Irish Babes In Masks.

Oh and girls, don’t forget that you can win €150 and your own shoot with Irish Babes in Masks by submitting some of your own pictures to them.

March’s winner is Bernie from Athlone here.  If you want to see more of her, check out her set on the site.

Go on, you know you have a naughty side.

Jenny likes to chill in the country side, among the hills and the old buildings.

Lucky for us she also likes to do that while wearing a see through nightie thingy.

Actually where Jenny is here is the actual place where Cú Chulainn rescued the Jews from Moses.  It was told in a great book.  You know the one, he turned the Shannon into green goo and slimed the Hebrew version of Peter Venkman and saved the day.  It’s an age old children’s story of love, friendship, triumph over repression and sex.

Of course the true story about Cú Chulainn is nothing like that, he wasn’t a Jew at all, nor did he slime people.

He was actually a champion crossword winner.

He once entered in the extremely hard crossword competition in a broad sheet newspaper and like totally won.  Yeah, he got IR£50 and a mention in the editorial section.  He got so much pussy that day.

Of course that’s wrong as well because he actually cheated his answers off of Google after he had used his time machine to go forward and Google the answers.

Photography courtesy of Celtic Glamour.