jimmyfromistanbul
JimmyfromIstanbul
jimmyfromistanbul

The girlfriend bought a four pack of the Blonde Lager a few months ago because she knows I like Guinness (and she’s Irish so Guinness can do no wrong). Dammit all if I didn’t really like it. It is not bad. Not the best but I found it surprisingly drinkable.

With regard to spherical ice molds, I’ve bought all variations, large and small. It’s cool for about a week, but they’re kind of a pain in the ass and you’ll probably find that after a while they’re just taking up space in your freezer and you haven’t used them in months. Do yourself a favor and get a nice large cube,

With regard to spherical ice molds, I’ve bought all variations, large and small. It’s cool for about a week, but

When I was in school ten years ago I used to blow through the open-road tolls in Chicago on 294 on the way to O’Hare. “Ha-ha”, I thought, “What are you going to do Chicago, my license plate is from five states away!” It turns out that after a while they send you a bill with late fees for about $300. I had not

Milligan is awesome. I’m interested to see if the Kitchen Brothers get thru the whole season without a single spoken line.

The woodchuck pear is, in my opinion, even dryer than the green apple, but both are good.

I don’t care for rum (typical high school drunken puking incident) but that does sound pretty good. Dark or white rum?

Is Letterman an example of good or bad here? Because he’s a national treasure and one of the funniest fucking people ever.

Are we including college sports, because Notre Dame wins that competition. But if not, obviously still the fucking Red Sawx.

I think 3-on-3 is somewhere between actual hockey and a skills competition like a shoot-out (but closer to actual hockey). You still have to pass, defend, check, etc. but the team with the offensive skill has a huge advantage. I mean, Toews-Kane-Keith is fucking terrifying (or, for my money, Toews-Kane-Hossa is more

I was chirping you, bud. Relax. It seems like the irony was pretty clear. I agree with you on the two line pass rules change.

I’m 6’5” and 250 lbs. with a black beard down to my sternum and am full-blooded Norwegian. I don’t get many “girlie” comments about my love for cider and I have uncles who open beer bottles with a chainsaw for kicks. I just get bored with beer and I’m limited to what the state liquor stores sell here, which can be

What, no nostalgia for the neutral zone trap? Blasphemy! The NHL lost its way when it let goalies wear masks. Now we’ve got this girlie shit where they go three on three for OT. They might as well wear tutus while they’re playing, I tell ya.

That cannon shot from 15 feet out is my favorite kind of goal. I’m going to hit it as fucking hard as I can, Mr. Goalieman, stop it if you can. It’s a fuck you like a 100 mph fastball right down middle that the batter knew was coming but still couldn’t touch.

I’ve completely unexpectedly became a cider connoisseur. I do not drink sweet cocktails but I’m not a huge fan of beer. I like it, but I don’t love it. But you can’t always drink whiskey (or, more specifically, my girlfriend has sternly informed me that I can’t always drink whiskey). So I tried a Strongbow and was

This season has been so fucking good and satisfying, it’s just incredible. Everyone is great, even Dunst, who I was wary of. But she’s killing it. We’ve tried to find the best line so far and I vote for “So we pointed our weapons at each other for a while then called it a day” (followed closely by “It’s been real High