summer mode

I got the sense the seafood is probably pre-cooked, but regardless, I am all in on white trash ceviche.

Well the canned stuff (clams and oysters) are already cooked, so I assume the shrimp and crawfish tails are pre cooked as well.

So it doesn’t get cooked?  At all?

The one thing Ruffini gets right is that it seems like an inordinate number of the craft beers available on draft are IPAs, and IPAs are—in my obviously objective and unassailable view—hop-ridden garbage.

The dude’s a tool, but a broken clock and all that.

#MoreBocksStoutsAmbers

I have a more basic questions. All joking aside, how is the weapon going to help you if your kids are in the yard with the hogs? Unless you plan on shooting your kids, you can’t really shoot at the hogs. Once the kids are inside, they are out of harms way and you don’t need to shoot the hogs (or at least your reason…

We’ll know come January!

Something something don't fence me in

30-50 Feral Hogs is almost certainly someone’s band name this point, right?

“Competition sucks! Down with Capital...wait, wut?!”—Ruffini when asked about locally brewed artisanal nonsense

They can’t understand globalization.

Sean Hannity will propose an idea to station retired law enforcement officers at every school, mall and grocery store in America where 30-50 feral hogs might show up.

This guy is a complete and utter clown who’s opinions on anything should not be listened to.

I’ve just totally given up on them. I’ve come up with a set of guidelines:

Yeah, I mean, I like beer and hate IPAs and super bitter stuff, so I’m right there with him, but I’ve still never had an issue finding a beer I could enjoy at any establishment, including brew pubs. There’s basically always a lager or hefe or Belgian wheat or something on tap, usually multiples.

I like moderately-hopped IPAs, but the insanely-hopped ones just taste like soap to me. Arrogant Bastard, I’m looking at you. Dries my mouth right out.

how he can’t get a regular damn beer in a regular damn bar anymore. This, according to the guy who runs a political consulting firm in Washington, D.C., is Socialism.

“I am all for capitalism and the marketplace of ideas as long as the ideas are my own and only my own! Get these successful craft breweries and their successful IPAs out of here! It’s not what I want!”

I am willing to bet the mortgage payment that Ruffini has heard a lot of women in bars order “angel shots” at last call but is confused that he has never had or even seen one.

All this stemmed from a gun nut who is too stupid to consider the idea of a fence or wall, or perhaps even moving to somewhere with fewer or no feral hogs, despite having likely chanted “Build that wall!” at some politician’s rally...