Wild children. Wild children. The slippin’ and the slidin’. The slippin’ and the slidin’.
Wild children. Wild children. The slippin’ and the slidin’. The slippin’ and the slidin’.
Magic Hat Wacko
Picked this up in a variety pack a while ago. The first one I started drinking straight out of the bottle, not really paying any regard to the words “beet juice color” until quizzed by others. So I poured it into a pint and made the beer instantly less appealing. I ended up drinking 2 of the pink, and this 1 stinks.
In honor of the premiere of season 2 of Jersey Shore tonight, I present my personal version of “Gym. Tan. Laundry.” What’s yours?
I have made it to Los Angeles. I did not go to sleep last night. I did not stop walking. When it got near that bedtime situation I looked at my mileage and saw I was less than twenty miles from LA. I thought, “I am too close to sleep.” There is a “no sleep within a twenty-five mile radius of LA”…
Close to the end of an epic journey of walking across the US. Just the thought of walking from Texas to California during the month of July is staggering. I broke a sweat at 9PM last night pouring a beer on my patio.
Tech N9ne - OG
The Gates Mixtape is no Crown Prime Rib Mixtape, but that didn’t stop me from grabbing this from iTunes mid-morning dump.
Happy birthday to me.
GPOYW - Xtreme parenting edition
It’s easy to look at her blue eyes, blonde hair and diva attitude and wonder if there was an accidental switch at the hospital. But it’s moments like these that let you know a part of yourself will live on in the next generation. I mean, just look at the level of disinterest in her eyes at what her mom is doing while she rocks the Xbox headset…it’s like looking in a mirror.
How I get down, courtesy of yourdp
In case you missed it, Diners, Drive-ins & Dives featured four of the non-iconic KC barbecue joints this past Monday. The first place featured was Smokin’ Guns in North Kansas City, which is probably the barbecue place I frequent second most in the metro.
Smokin’ Guns is only open 11-6 Mon-Fri, so it’s generally never not busy at lunch. If you get there past 11:30, your chances of actually having a place to sit are risky. We got there around 11:10 and the line was healthy. Once in the door, I caught glimpse of a guy in a bright orange polo taking pictures of the menu board with his iPhone. He had this stupid grin on his face like a kid gets the first time they go to a theme park.
The counter had a little board with pictures of Guy Fieri’s visit. Apparently the show told them they could expect about a 40% bump in business. They said it has been more like a 250% spike, which just seems insane. Sure enough, staff were walking the floor, kicking people out of tables they were trying to squat on. Once we finished, someone swooped in for our baskets and we made a quick exit. Naturally, the orange shirt guy was sitting by himself at a four-seater doing some balancing of his check book. It’s like some people don’t even have to try to be complete d-bags.