Dr Baffled made a very interesting post this morning. For science. Or something.
A day that starts with a double dick and ends with the great butt debate is a good day indeed.
Announcing Craft Check for iPhone! -
Good craft beer is hard to find. You might not know it, but most of the “craft” and “micro” breweries you see at your local store are actually made by the same assembly line multinational macrobreweries you see advertised nationwide.
So to help you distinguish the real craft breweries from the…
So cool! You want this.
This might be the app the finally gets Mr. Doodle to throw away his blackberry.
“I still love you” is the saddest fucking sentence in the whole world
ummmm p sure “the guac costs extra” is actually sadder
"Sorry, we’re out of guacamole" is worse.
"Our blender is down so we can’t make any more milkshakes. Sorry."
"We’re sorry. Service is temporarily unavailable. Our engineers are working quickly to resolve the issue."
Instead of a gag gift or dessert (as suggested by the host), I’m bringing Scotch. That works, right?
And then I got ready for the shower and realized there was popcorn in my bra. But can’t for the life of me remember having popcorn.
I have to go to this work-related holiday party tonight and I don’t know how I’m supposed to dress for it and I don’t want to have to shower and now I just found out I’m supposed to bring a gag gift and I have to leave in 15 minutes. It better be an open bar.
Trying to buy rose bowl tickets - I’m having SDCC flashbacks. “due to heavy demand, you have been placed into a queue”. Blerg.
What’s your bourbon of choice?
This was in the cabinet, so I went for it. I’m not a connoisseur by any means, but I know I like Black Maple Hills, Makers, and this stuff.
My sister served bourbon with cider and a slice of orange at her wedding, and it makes for a good holiday beverage.
You know what’s the best thing for decorating your tree? Bourbon.
The kid wants me to text a photo of our tree to Santa.
Time to decorate the tree!
Rita Aarons, wife of photographer Slim Aarons, swimming in a pool festooned with floating baubles and a decorated Christmas tree, Hollywood, California, 1954.(via)