Teh Squeaky Wheel
A blessed Sabbath, Gerbil Nation!
It’s another beautiful day in paradise, but there is no rain in sight (sigh).
We have drinks and comestibles on hand for the game, but really aren’t rooting for either team.
Snacks, Paddy? How about some Haggis Pops?
Happy Super Bowl Sunday, GN!
Delighted to read the bourbon barrel beer was enjoyable.
Haggis pops are very wrong; well done. I’ll try to remember them for Halloween this year (although I suspect that a certain ginger will nix handing them out).
WTH is teh point of this?
So does this, but I would not recommend it.
American-style hotdogs…in brine!
How about if you mixed the peach-flavored Coolpis with Thunderbird? Then you might -- might, I say -- be able to stomach the hot dogs in brine. It still wouldn’t be enough for the haggis pops.
The haggis pops could be used as swizzle sticks for the T&C. 😉
Does the flavor get better as they dissolve?
On the plus side, it might turn into a nifty chemical weapon of some sort.
Or something to fill Magic 8 Balls with.
Katy Perry? Never heard of her before, don’t much like her, and Lenny Kravitz? Sheesh, he had like 2 hits 20 years ago.
I’ve heard of Perry, but wouldn’t know what she looks like or sounds like. We’re not watching the half-time.
Dear L0rd that’s some truly repulsive mixology.
Hai, hai, hai all y’all!
I made it back from the Motor City in one piece, and got pretty much what I was looking for out of it.
Including the resolution of one argument boss-boss and I had last year, and again this year. Both times I got shot down with, “I know what I’m talking about X, you don’t, so drop it”.
I’m *pretty* sure I had no outward expression when, during a meeting/dinner with one of the major glass manufacturers, the VP looked at me and said, “So X have you and [insert my counterpart’s name here] figured out how you’re going to describe those parts? We’re about to go into production on them…”
Sowwie boss-boss, tried to tell you…TWICE.
So add that to the list of sh¡t he doesn’t know sh¡t about.
Sorry, I’m still carrying a little resentment -- the last night in Detroit, I would have done damn near ANYTHING to be released to my hotel room after we’d turned in the rental car (6:30pm).
But boss-boss doesn’t do “alone time”.
Now, I didn’t get too much of the news while in Detroit, but this isn’t true, is it?
Jame Fuckin’ Taylor to sing You Got a Friend to the French as they bury their dead????
Because if that’s true. Dooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooomed.
Glad that Mrs Mac is through with PT and that her recovery is on schedule. Thoughts and prayers there.
I find myself at a loss for words these days, and a compound with me and my friends, to hell with the rest of the world sounds just right.
I do love all y’all.