...and Brad's post has been there for awhile.
I think this is the original.
Friday, January 21, 2011
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Rome... The city that slaughters livers... also the Eternal City
I was recently introduced to this phenomenal piece of literature that pretty much sums up my life right now. I wish I could take credit for the authorship, but I must give credit where credit is due, so thank you PJ O'Rourke:
Now, if you drink a lot, and I do, it's hard to date the exact nascence of a bender. When is it that ordinary heavy drinking leaves off and a true bust, a tear, a bat, a jag begins? There's drinking in the morning... that's one sign, of course. Unless it's beer: there's nothing more delicious with sausages and eggs than beer. And a medicinal shot or two doesn't count. And if it's getting on to eleven o'clock... and in those days I was never awake before... it's nearly lunchtime, and you can hardly say you're launched on a hoolihan with a drink or three before midday meal. Then there's the shakes and a bleary thirst, but those signify alchoholism, which is but the sickly repetitious cousin of a real rampaging toot. No, I think, at least with me, I'm on a bender when I start carrying a drink, a real drink with ice cubes in a cocktail glass, with me wherever I go: to the grocery store, for instance, or the the bank, or into the shower, which is a better place than you might think, if you pour your Scotch strong and with plenty of ice. A little warm water never hurt a good blend like Chivas or Dewar's, but a single malt should only be had on the toilet or at the sink.
Now, if you drink a lot, and I do, it's hard to date the exact nascence of a bender. When is it that ordinary heavy drinking leaves off and a true bust, a tear, a bat, a jag begins? There's drinking in the morning... that's one sign, of course. Unless it's beer: there's nothing more delicious with sausages and eggs than beer. And a medicinal shot or two doesn't count. And if it's getting on to eleven o'clock... and in those days I was never awake before... it's nearly lunchtime, and you can hardly say you're launched on a hoolihan with a drink or three before midday meal. Then there's the shakes and a bleary thirst, but those signify alchoholism, which is but the sickly repetitious cousin of a real rampaging toot. No, I think, at least with me, I'm on a bender when I start carrying a drink, a real drink with ice cubes in a cocktail glass, with me wherever I go: to the grocery store, for instance, or the the bank, or into the shower, which is a better place than you might think, if you pour your Scotch strong and with plenty of ice. A little warm water never hurt a good blend like Chivas or Dewar's, but a single malt should only be had on the toilet or at the sink.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Friday, October 29, 2010
This Kid is the Best

This kid gets my high five for best and most random costume.
Edit: Also do yourself a favor and go to this link for other Halloween Costume items. Good gracious...just when you thought going as a "sexy cheerleader" was a good enough costume.
http://www.freefantasyfootballpicks.com/2010/10/40-fabulous-photos-of-cheerleaders-in.html
B
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
The 2010 NY Gubernatorial Debate
...and you think your state government is bad. In a questionable move, Hofstra University decided to invite ALL the candidates for NY governor in 2010 on stage for the debate. So in addition to the Democratic and Republican candidates, we also got Kristin Davis (the former madame of Elliot Spitzer's prostitute) who proposes legalizing all drugs and prostitution to reduce the state's deficit. Finally we get this man, Jimmy McMillan from the (you guessed it) "Rent is Too Damn High Party". Terrific!
Friday, October 15, 2010
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Van's Dog Brady.
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