mrs. claus’ merry mojito
Because I’m sure Mrs. Claus gets tired of Santa’s shit by the end of the Christmas season. Yo, I’m tired of my own…
Because I’m sure Mrs. Claus gets tired of Santa’s shit by the end of the Christmas season. Yo, I’m tired of my own…
Brace yourselves. Christmas is coming. Full-fledged, straight-up holly jolly is infiltrating the FMG space and here we’ve our first ho-ho-holy shit I’m drunk…
Weekend greetings from Pennsylvania, where apparently there’s some old fart crochet conference or some shit going on. A big charter bus was parked…
Feeling like a drink tonight? Chai me. Though I don’t order them often, I actually quite like espresso martinis as an apres-dinner treat.…
Shiny, glittery, shimmering, and sly, the monster leaves a tendril of smoke as it climbs from the depths of Moria. Grab your swords,…
The expression “embarrassingly easy” secondhand embarrasses me. Why should I be embarrassed my simplicity? A lot of shit irrationally annoys me (fatal flaw)…
PEACHEEEEEEES. You know, I wasn’t going to buy peaches this week, but the temptation of the big cart in the center of Publix…
Get a load of this fancy shit. Summer figs are toppling onto grocery shelves, and I figured a good way to celebrate such…
Obtuse, rubber goose, green moose, guava juice. A song you’re likely to sing after one too many a Spicy Gingered Guava Margarita. Cos…
Happy Saturday, nerds. Bottoms up? Melons are slowly filing out of grocery stores, so let’s give them one last hoorah with a Watermelon…