Hooray. Today is Super fucking Tuesday or whatever. Truth is, calling a date during which state parties in 11 states vote “Super Tuesday” is like calling the Wild Card Round of the NFL playoffs the “Super Bowl(s?).” Whatever. I mean, at this point, this whole fucking 2016 cycle is pictured below: Or, more eloquently: If you’re anything like the V+V fam, you’re probably going to want to have some drinks as results come in from these primary elections and caucuses. Like, probably a whole lot of drinks. Ted Cruz is going to be saying words on national...
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Temperance Railway, next stop Cigaretteville
I love maps, I love transit, I love transit maps, I love historical documents, and I love all things drink. So, you can imagine that I love this map. It’s pretty great. From 1908, and recently dug up by the Library of Congress, it shows all the stops you’ll go through if you continue down your non-temperate life. Such places as Selfishburg, Hypocrisy Heights, Whiskeyton (my neighborhood), Treasondale, Malicefort, Cocain Park, Sing Sing, Dissipation Gap and Prizefight City. Here it is full-sized and huge in case you want to print me a present. <via>
Continue reading...Things I Drink And So Should You: Ft. Snow and the French 75
I am not a winter person. I’m not. I hate it. Worse: I‘m one of those people who constantly reminds everyone around them that I hate winter and think it’s awful. If you are among the thousands of people I have accosted with my rantings against, of all things (really, of all things), weather, I apologize. I will do it again, and soon, but I am sorry for having done it. It is regrettable. I hate winter for so many reasons: all of the reasons. It’s dark all the time. It’s cold. It’s damned treacherous on occasion....
Continue reading...Things I Drink and So Should You, The Return: Ft. the Toronto
Pop and I have been friends since before the internet, or since before a lot of people knew the internet existed. We were friends when the Patriots were a joke, when Britney Spears was not, when Bill Clinton was President, when the years started with a 1. We were young and naive, sitting in small classrooms discussing political and social issues with an eye on changing the world, on being the force behind the change. Pop and I both turned 30 this year. Age got to me first, around mid-year, and then to Pop just as the...
Continue reading...Irish Taoiseach Brian Cowen probably hammered right now
Breaking News: The Taoiseach (Prime Minister) of the Republic of Ireland gets drunk. Quite a bit. In fact, he’s probably rat-arsed right now. According, at least, to an alarming exposé by none other than that bastion of journalistic excellence, the Daily Mail: But a review of Mr Cowen’s public behaviour and his own admissions, coupled with extensive interviews of people who have witnessed the Taoiseach’s excessive consumption, reveals a habit of drinking that has been well known in Leinster House for more than a decade. This is a man who has designated Wednesday nights as ‘drinking nights’...
Continue reading...A land where everybody's drunk and ugly
Maybe when you read this: The nation’s females were lambasted when asked which country had the ugliest women in an international poll. Votes poured in, with people from around the globe eager to point out how overweight, unladylike, and generally foul British women are. Major complaints centred around how many are ‘rude’, ‘drink pints of beer like men’ and ‘end up drunk in the gutter’. The UK’s (not so) fairer sex were also accused of unashamedly breaking wind and belching in public, of letting their fat hang out, were smothered in ‘bad tattoos’ and committed crimes against...
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