Kineada
Kineada
Kineada

Enjoy!

Unless it’s barbecued shrimp and grits.

But, we’re the ones society perceives as being lazy, never helping around the house, always watching the football...

I’m not a big fan of those drop-a-shot-glass-into-a-bigger-glass deals. I’ve already had my front tooth chipped and repaired multiple times (not from drinking incidents), I’m not into even the slightest chance of something happening again.

Never had one. And I’m not actually opposed to other drinks. I just like to stir the pot on Kinja! Although, a large number of my other drinks still involve Jameson. Like the Guinness-Jameson Ice Cream Float!

Oh yeah. And I get told that I don’t actually clean anything, I just “red up”. Well, OK, so I just red up. She’s not redding up or cleaning. Now, this wouldn’t be a big deal for me if her time was being spent on things beneficial to our marriage, or even her personally. But I don’t consider watching endless repeats of

Yeah. None of this really works for me, as my wife just doesn’t give a shit about being a slob.

I can’t give you enough stars for your dead-on analysis of Barry Melrose.

I guess you know a lot of pansies then. Or betas. Or whatever the kids are calling them these days.

Disney has links to Dow Chemical?

Even worse....an old man wishing he was a Millennial!

Sorry. I heed no rules set forth from blogging Millennials.

I’m not a Vice-President, however, I do have an environmental science degree, so I suppose if a VP can do my job, I could do his!

I think you’re taking the comment a little too seriously. By all means, ladies can and should enjoy some Jameson as well.

I don’t think my wife would like that.

One, two, four...

Well, if you enjoy drinking swill, I suppose that would work! But then, you’d have to go back to wondering what could be in the whisper of water, in line with what the blog post was about. For example, don’t be ordering that up in Flint, Michigan too often!

Cherry pie?

These issues are all solved by drinking Jameson, like a man. Ladies, I don’t know what to tell you.

The fuck happened, man?