My favorite bartender shared one with me yesterday. We sampled it like a fine, delicate brew from rocks glasses. Very classy the whole thing. After a sip, I mumbled something about taint while she uttered "fucking GMO corn" or some such. The remainder sat there on the bar until it was cleared away never to be…

"the vast majority of Americans still don't give a shit what beer they drink"

"anything untoward other than"

There are times when Wifebeater is the only available beverage (like at the cigar bar I frequent) so one has to compromise.

This is awesome and will take me a week to read.

"Real Madrid, last year's Champions League winners and the current best team in the world."

"We're a pretty cool family" said Bristol Palin as she muscled a half-barrel out the back of her limo.

I did that for a time. Of course I worked at a beer and fight bar outside Fenway, so we all knew better about the beer lines. And the payola. When I started a gig at a more reputable place, they offered me a draught shift drink. They were told to get fucked and hand me a bottle. This caused tension as I was the only…

They have a three-week guarantee or some nonsense. Kids don't care. I drink the 40 out of the bag when I go because I can.

They'll put both mayonnaise and ketchup on their version of the hot dog. Their version resembles something more akin to what you'd find rolling around in some Tibetan 7-Eleven so I cannot fault them for trying to imitate us while trying not to get sick on the taste.

Ketchup on a hot dog is fine for fussy children and Eastern European women.

Maybe he preps by signing autographs.

Maybe we can find someone, I dunno, someone really skilled to show us You Ess of Americans how to play.

Why are they using comic-sans? How come?

From what I understand, some sort of receptor is either asleep or on the fritz, and the sound of running water is like a wake-up call that will send the signal to relax the micturation muscles. I guess it would be more environmentally friendly if they just played the sound of water rushing by, especially with those…

Apparently, nobody in this thread is old enough to have gone through what old men would refer to as a "stoppage." Like when you know you have to go but nothing comes out. That's where the flusher comes into play. One, twice, sometimes you may need three flushes at the urinal to convince your Kegel's to let you drain…

At long last, Cardinals fans come out of the closet. You know there's something sketch with a people who spend half their time announcing to all whom shall listen that they are indeed the classiest fans. Youtube is the best disinfectant.

Gramps used to drink Ballantine Ale by the six pack. I called it the pretzel beer because of the logo on the cans. Nana used to pour it out in the sink when he wasn't around.

Playing for the Celtics isn't Rondo's only gig.

Tampering with the market for that player?