Hey, don't inflict your bad taste on me, muthafucka!
But they pale in comparison to some of the sick shit found here.
That'll probably do it for me until I'm back from vacation.
So Happy New Year, everyone! Let's get pissed, shall we?
Hold my beer and watch THIS!
Readers in the Boston area will note that this is the second Friday in a row of absolutely weird, shite, miserable weather. I try to make it a point never to complain about cold, snow, rain, etc., since I am not cut out at all for heat and humidity* and consequently do all of my whining in the summertime, when nasty yellowface burns my ivory paleness and hurts my delicate eyes. I guess I'm one of those ice people of the north. Happiest in a sweater and big boots.
So...I am quite enjoying the dreary wetness outside, and will only grumble a bit to myself about the slushy, icy sidewalks, which necessitate a silly walk when I go outside. But that's the extent of it.
I think an Irish Coffee will just about do it. Yep. Happy Friday all, cheers and OUT.
Fucking hell, I love bats!!! They fucking rule.
Some types of bats eat their weight in mosquitoes every night. If there's anything I hate, it's blood-sucking fucking mosquitoes. This is the perfect illustration of the old adage, "the enemy of my enemy is my friend." Mosquitoes are the worst things in the world. I'm one of those unfortunate souls who gets eaten alive at dusk in the summer months, while others are untouched. Fuckity fuck. Why don't you leave me alone, you little disease-ridden bastards? I shall have to sic a bat on your ass.
I think people who own exotic pets are cunts, generally. But I wouldn't say no if somebody offered me one of these bats they call flying foxes. Look at this cute little fucker:
Some day, when I have a house, I will put a couple of bat houses up. I hope they attract a few colonies of whatever bug-eating bats are indigenous to the region. Then those little bastard mosquitoes will KNOW they are not welcome in the vicinity of me.
EDIT: I just re-read this and thought, "fuck me, justbreathe28's right, I didn't say enough about U2, makes it sound like I wasn't impressed or something...better correct that now." Hence, this: U2 is fucking fantastic, amazing show, all I expected, full of energy, fun, the obligatory social conscience, and 'message,' yadda yadda yadda...but that goes without saying. Also, so far this year, they've done about a million shows in Boston, so by the time they're done, EVERYONE in the Boston area will have seen the show, it'll be reviewed about eleventy billion times, and I won't really have added anything to the literature on the subject. Over and fucking out, ya cunts.
That's bad, isn't it.
EDIT: Notice the halo of light around the can. The White Cheddar...It's ethereal, non?
Edit 2: Blogger is fucked and won't let me comment, so I have to put my thoughts here. Will we never be set free?
Anyway, I've found out how Pringles are made: They shoot potato mash through a teeny tiny hole, at such velocity that it's actually the friction that 'cooks' them.
Disgusting, but I never deny a craving. I've got a lindt chocolate truffle lodged in my teeth just now...
Non-hockey fans, go rent Slap Shot, then we can talk.
Happy Friday, my lovelies!