I saw this great “ex-party girl” post today. And I’ll be damned if that shiz ain’t true. But let’s call a thing a thing here. Based off all the other Facebookers sharing this post (who also don’t launch chemical vessels of any sort down their sanguine highway anymore) this is really more of an ex-lush-n-drug post. I mean, party girls might tone down the stiletto height, up the fabric on.. Read More
A very unboring board game…
Given the “men get domestically abused too, but no one cares” trend lately, I’m happy to share this woman: Looks so bedraggled, you’d think she got the beating. Nope! This woman went straight to jail without collecting $200. But if you add another zero to that figure, that’s Alyssa Ferraro’s bail – for slapping her dude across the face during an intense match of Monopoly. And despite not bothering to.. Read More
Praise the Palcoholy Spirit: Powdered alcohol’s comin’
Remember that time Jesus turned water into alcohol? Me neither. But I hear it was pretty cool. I mean, the people who actually saw the Copperfield Cabernet action were impressed enough to scrawl it down in every language. And if you’re an attention seeker like me and desire that sort’ve adulation, you can do it too… …with the help of Palcohol. Palcohol is a fun innovation Bacchanalian-ventor Mark Phillips came.. Read More
Hair-oin of the Dog.
The morning after tying one on, they tell you to sip a bit of “whatever it was you drank last night” along with your OJ and greasy vittles. It’s an age old suggestion for curing hangovers. And the act is coined “Hair of the Dog” because, comparatively (and metaphorically) speaking, if the amount you drank the previous night were symbolized by a great big dog, you’re only consuming a “hair”.. Read More