In the mid-1700′s, Arthur Guinness created perfection in a pint glass. Two and a half centuries later, his heir is apparently spending her time drinking the profits.
With a huge platform heel and racy zip detail, these leather shoes might be considered daring for a lot of women. But they were no problem for Daphne Guinness, 46, fashion muse and heiress to the Guinness family fortune, who sported the unusual shoes on the streets of New York yesterday.
Despite the cold winter weather, Daphne wore the very high shoes with tiny black shorts, tights and a black leather and fur coat, with her blonde and black-dyed hair piled into a messy bun.
There are bottles of Guinness in my fridge 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year. It troubles me to learn my purchases are financing this bint’s ridiculous footwear.
Prat, drunk, and stupid is no way to go through life, hon.
We have an unwelcome visitor to the Earp Ranch this morning, and its name is cellulitis.
The past few days have been chock full of stress, which the doctor claims is the trigger. There were work issues, Kyle, Erik, and Kevin’s family birthday party, Kyle’s soccer game (they lost), and the stress of the Super Bowl debacle.
I take comfort in the fact John Elway is still the best Broncos QB of all time.
I went from Kyle’s game straight to work, and had the heat set to its highest setting. I was shivering and my teeth were chattering. I couldn’t get warm. Worse still, the rash on my hip and left leg was so bad it hurt to put weight on it. All in all, it was a very bad day.
As most of you know, the cellulitis usually lasts a few days. I’ll try to get posts out, but I can’t promise anything. I suspect I’ll be spending my days off in bed.
Guinness, one of my favorite beers of all time, planned to ply their trade in Nazi Germany, and even sketched out ads featuring the Wermacht and swastikas.
Drawn by John Gilroy, who produced most of the company’s classic advertising, the collection was produced in 1936, the same year as the Berlin Olympics.
One picture features a Wehrmacht soldier holding a pint with the caption, ‘It’s time for a Guinness’, while another features toucans with beer glasses balanced on their beaks flying above the Olympic stadium which is draped in Swastika flags.
It would have been Hitler’s perfect alibi: “It’s Guinness’ fault we got drunk and invaded Poland!”
Meet Rosie Pate. Rosie is accused of calling 911 to ask police assistance in getting beer. Now ladies and gentlemen, I ask you; does this look like a woman who is desperate for alcohol?
A grandmother in Memphis was jailed this week after officials say she called 911 for “police assistance in getting a beer.”
Rosie Pate, 68, told local news station WREG that the allegations are false. “I have lived to be 68 years old and I never dialed no police to bring me beer,” she told the station.
The criminal complaint states that Pate got into an argument with her granddaughter and slapped her because she wouldn’t buy Pate a beer. Pate told WREG she called the cops and told them about the argument, but she wasn’t asking them for alcohol.
No, she was probably asking for alcohol, cigarettes, and some corrective surgery for the Marty Feldman eye thing she’s got going on.
So I assume all of you people with lives will be out and about this evening.
(My more loveable drunks are already three martinis deep. Lookin’ at you, Dr. Evil!)
I, on the other hand, will be working this evening, and dodging bullets on the way home. (Philly residents believe this is town is Kabul-East, and firing guns into the air is an appropriate celebration.) The missus and I don’t go out on NYE – actually, we rarely go out at all – so before you hit the road, I wanted to be Debbie Downer.
If you’re going to drink, make sure you have a designated driver/taxi/wheelbarrow. In 19 years on this job, I have encountered my fair share of drunk drivers, and more than my fair share of the corpses left in their wake.
Please don’t drink and drive. /sermon
…To West Virginia! As Wyatt knows I visited the grand state of West Virgina this past weekend. I did not go to judge a beard contest or Ms. Miner, or partake in the state’s excellent tradition of…blank… I went to see the Texas Longhorns trash the West Virginia Mountaineers! Wearing Texas orange all weekend, I did not see the cold greeting I expected. Most people were very cool to me. But where to really begin the story…
I always get excited when I see a warning on a movie, video game, or TV show. The “graphic content” warning before The Walking Dead is my favorite. A warning usually means goodness is afoot, so when I saw this beer had one, I popped my top.
Think that 10% double IPA is strong? Snake Venom, from Scottish brewery, Brewmeister, clocks in at a stomach-burning 67% ABV (Alcohol By Volume). Snatching the title for the world’s strongest beer, the brew is made with smoked peat malt (how Scottish of them) and both Champagne yeast and ale yeast. Now, whether it is technically a beer (the freeze concentration used to up the alcohol content pushes it more in the realm of hard alcohol) is up for debate, but it does outdo the 65% beer Brewmeister made back in 2012 that had held the championship belt.
Yeah, but I’d still need to drink six of these to bang Chelsea Clinton.
Ten years from now, after President Hillary Clinton leaves office, America will probably resemble the apocalyptic wasteland portrayed in The Road Warrior. The country will most likely be without electricity, but hanks to two brilliant Florida inventors, we can still enjoy cold beer.
Trevor Abbott and Ty Parker came up with the idea for the Spin Chill while they were waiting for two warm beers to cool in ice.
The Spin Chill works by spinning the beer in a cool box full of ice so that the cold from the exterior of the can cools the liquid inside 20 times faster than if the can was simply placed in the ice box.
Its creators said the temperature of the drink can reach freezing in just two to three minutes using the device.
This invention pleases me, because as everyone knows warm beer is for barbarians… and the British.
Whatever you guys do, don’t tell Sally Anne about these things. She’s likely to go off on a week-long bender.
This is a series of frozen Pokemon cocktails mixed by Tumblr-er Meow Purr Nom. They were inspired by Eevee and the eight different Pokemon it can evolve into. Personally, I’m feeling the Umbreon and Leafeons, but if you’re buying I’ll drink anything including wine coolers and any beers you can’t finish.
Eevee: cake vodka, Kahlua, Bailey’s, chocolate eclair ice cream bar, chocolate syrup
Vaporeon: rum, Malibu, blue curacao, pineapple juice, Sprite
Jolteon: tequila, red bull, margarita mix, lemon juice, Sprite, salt on the rim
Flareon: fireball whiskey, peach schnapps, iced tea, lemonade, dash of strawberry syrup (for color)
Espeon: strawberry vodka, Hpnotiq Harmonie, Chambord, cranberry juice, Sprite
Umbreon: bourbon, coke, lemon juice, orange juice
Glaceon: rum, blue curacao, peppermint schnapps, lemonade, soda water, sugar on the rim
Leafeon: tequila, peach schnapps, lime juice, ginger ale, mint, honey and a drop of chocolate syrup for decoration
Sylveon: cake vodka, strawberry vodka, Bailey’s, strawberry shortcake ice cream bar, cream, strawberry syrup
It was only a matter of time before the nerds got their own drinks. Up next? Alcohol for angry loners.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you salted caramel vodka.
This vodka has a heavenly aroma of burnt sugar and vanilla, but isn’t sweet. This makes for some amazing cocktails, like the popcorn martini, made with caramel corn and simple syrup. Also tastes great with tangy ginger ale, or straight up.
I’ve gotta be honest; this may get me back on the vodka train. It’ll be the first time since “the incident;” but we don’t talk about that.