More here, and just about everywhere else on the Internet, including Threedonia’s Friday Open Thread.
(And for the record; we are all in a bar, celebrating Independence Day Eve. Kriskey caught the news on one of those scrolls when he looked at the bar TV to check on the score of the BoSox-Mariners game (tied up in the 10th). We chugged jaeger bombs to see who would have to leave the bar, run to the internet cafe down the street and do this post and yours truly lost.)
Not bad timing. Independence Day…
When its Jaegermeister everyone’s a loser.
It’s interesting, G-Man. Half the pundits are saying it’s terrible timing, half are saying it’s brilliant. Time will tell. I don’t know why, but I’ve got this weird hunch Glenn Beck is going to surface, somehow wrapped up in this strategy. I have no empirical reason at all to believe that, but I just got a feelin’, and no, Fritz, it’s not a tingle up my leg.
Rufus: too drunk to notice I was right behind you.
Wha? Why did you post? You slammed your glass down an easy 5 seconds ahead of me!
Then I went to the Ladies’ Room to put on lipstick. (rme)
Red Sox lost, Rufus. Eric’s making me do another Irish car bomb. I think I was supposed to do one if they won, too.
You’re in a bar and taking advice from Eric?! Mike, run, don’t walk, to the nearest exit. Don’t look back. Pretend your Orpheus fleeing the Underworld, well, except this is worse.
Mike lies. With a constant flow of whiskey to the glass, the only bar advice I ever give is jukebox related.
Ha! “Advice,” he says. And the Gestapo just made “suggestions.”
I did not!
I’m 19, so what is a jaeger bomb?
Ugh. A shot of jaeger in a can of Red Bull. It tastes pretty good, but drunk & hyper don’t mix.
Kit, imagine drinking cough syrup, really bad cough syrup. That’s what Jaeger tastes like. The company has to hire scantily clad woman to go around to bars and serve free shots to get guys to drink it.
Pundits or not. Sarah doesn’t fit into a mold. It will be an interesting ride.
Kit: Jaeger is distilled opium. Only Persian women can drink it without getting hammered (all those years of vacuuming up the bong water from that big ol’ pipe), which is why I’m always the designated 3D Driver.
Rufus try to be a bit more composed the next time you drink Jaeger and do a post. My laptop smells like somebody yacked on it.
Had me some jaeger when in Germany and some Pernod. Now that’s some really wicked s**t! Amongst those in the military there it was called paranoid.
LOL! No doubt, Fritz.
Plus which, someone’s gonna have to turn down these lights. They’re making my head worse.
I thought you were driving, Wanks.
So whadya’ figure the plan is here? I’m assuming she’ll to a talk show, pay off her debts and increase her telegenic quotient and fanbase quite a bit in the process, and then jump back in to politics in 2012