Shot glass that says “Give us a shot,” handed out at bars by Cross Point United Methodist Church in Bondurant, Iowa. Unfortunately all you get is the glass, so you still have to pay for what’s in it. Jesus.
…beats a no-arsed attempt. India Pale Ale was fermented at sea, over the course of the 100-day voyage to India. The brew’s peculiarities — higher levels of alcohol and hops — were necessary to preserve it on the journey. Now, of course, breweries just do it as best they can on dry land because really, why take beer on a sea cruise if you don’t have to? Well the noble Scots at BrewDog decided to do it the old way just because. They put their […]
Dispenses liquor out of bum hole. Don’t worry, not human bum hole. Warthog bum hole. Two of them, actually. And as you can clearly tell, one was a boy and one was a girl. Maybe I’m just a romantic, but I like to think that they were married. Happy anniversary my dear, let’s have a toast to many more years of wedded bliss here on the African savanna. What’ll it be — Beam or Jager?
I asked the Playboy Advisor and got the straight story: Penis-enlargement is big business. Pun unavoidable. 1. Whip up a placebo (usually made of oats) with a suggestive name. 2. Devise a convincingly unpolished infomercial (these people are not actors — they are men with small penises and accredited urologists willing to lie for money). 3. Count the cheddar, baby. Those pushing name-brand trouser snake oil are making hundreds of millions of dollars off of nothing, and unless they’re dumb enough to renege on money-back […]
Hmm. Magazines can’t sell ads. Alcohol is one of the few sectors of the economy on the rise. Enter… magazine beer?
Fruity drinks and hokey Polynesian decor? I’m there, every damn time. Don’t touch my Mai Tai and we won’t have any problems. Bonus points if Les Baxter or Martin Denny is actually playing. Tiki bars persist, against the odds. That is, until they don’t. San Francisco’s Tonga Room seems doomed. Sign the petition and join the Facebook group because, you know, those things really work. No, I gotta think this place is history. Sigh. Wonder how they’ll dispose of the fixtures — my apartment needs […]