Here in bumfuck flyover country (Colorado), you can only sell 3.2% liquor (i.e. lame beer) at a grocery store. I miss New York, where you could buy some fucking tequila with your frozen burritos.

Alcopops are too malty, or something — major headache/hangover inducers. But flavoring alcohol to make it palatable for the lame-assed drinkers like myself is a fabulous boon. Flavored vodka (they have blueberry, for god's sake!) is teh shiznit.

God, I want to work at the AVC.

Thatches Moynihan has a good point — why didn't Koski drink the backwash? It's totally up her alcoholic alley.

I say we leverage the synergy and all get ripped!

Girly drinks are the savior of an immature palate like mine (pomegranate martinis and amaretto sours, especially). Vodka tonics are pretty good, too.

I've really got to start drinking enough to stay drunk the next morning. I wish I didn't have such a low tolerance — I'm a cheap date, but it's hard for me to maintain a high blood alcohol level.

It's clear that all Taste Testers must wear name tags from here on out. How can we mock if we are uninformed?

Santos, don't you try to silence the implicit messages from my prescription drugs!

The ad really does make one wince. It's just so very, very lame. But since there are no good ideas floating around, I guess we'll just have to make do.

My freshman year roommate brought a flat of Fresca to the room and let me know that I could have as much as I wanted. Just leave 50 on her dresser for each one.

Nice one, Gunnephreaque.

Family = vanilla heterosex and drinking.
Anti-family = any other kind of sex and drugs.

How is this NOT a novelty? And how is it Ben Folds's new record, when it's all covers?

Kudos, Louis.

Well done!

Seconds on the latest album. Except for the opening song and the one about being an asshole to baristas. But what the fuck is up with the horrible fuzzy noise through the whole damn thing?

I truly love Ben Folds (although his most recent album is not my fave), but why would I want to hear a cappella groups sing his stuff? I can sing his music on my own just fine!

To be fair, he talked about it as a "formative force," which would seem to imply earlier era Simpsons.

That was a pretty sweet remark from Mr. Richter. I wonder what almost-prime-time wants in a masturbating animal?