FRIDAY'S BABE, BEER, AND A TUNE

Rally around gang.  I know why you're here and you know why you're here, so let's get to it. 

The babe this week is Christini Hall.  Cute as a button.  I'm taking up a collection to get her some furniture.  I mean, seeing a hot chick without any furniture is like seeing... well... a hot chick.  Nevermind.

-

Today's beer isn't really a review but more like a wish to the little baby Jesus.  This is Trappist Westvleteren 12 and many people argue is the best beer in the world.  It's made by some crazy-assed Belgian monks who only make a limited amount every year, so it's very rare.  This means it sells for $40 - $80 per bottle.  For that amount of cash it better taste like someone playing with my wang. By the way, if anyone would like to send me a bottle, I will do my duty to the public and review it for you.  Cripes.

-

The musical interlude I've prepared for you today is "To Peace" by Sumbersed.  I'm not posting with any particular meaning.  I'm not all into peace this week or anything.  It's just a rocking tune that pumps my nads.  May it pump your nads as well Buckos.

-

"To Peace"

Technorati Tags: babe, beer, tune

Tags created with Ukion Tag Generator

YOU SHOULDN'T FART ON CORNED BEEF

My buddy was making a corned beef dinner for us a few days ago in celebration of St. Patrick's Day.  So that's nice, right?  Well, I was watching him prepare it and while he was basting the luscious brisket with some mustard and brown sugar; he stopped, turned, and laid a fart right on it.  And it smelled like his ass was retarded or something.  Just awful.  But I was brave and ate it anyway.  Not brave enough to tell the other people eating it though.  Hey, what they don't know ... Anyway, I don't know if you've ever tasted a fart but I'm gonna let you in on an unexplored avenue of the culinary ghetto - farts taste like they smell.  Pff... yeah... I know.  So, Buckos, time for the moral of this story: DO NOT fart on corned beef, or any other processed meat for that matter.  In fact, I am now officially against farting on livestock in general, living or dead.  It doesn't seal in the flavor.  It doesn't "add spice."  And it doesn't make you look cool.  Carry on you filthy bastards.