The coolers are loaded

The beer is on ice.  The chairs and tables are stowed away.  Lots of food is waiting to be grilled.  I even stopped at Meijer and picked up a patio heater on my way home from work, just in case.  (Mine was only $99.99 though, and the package says 11,000 BTUs, so I guess that Meijer website is a scam.)  We're getting sidetracked though...

I have a feeling that these miserable pricks won't be celebrating tomorrow.  I remember the last time I saw them in person.  Time for payback.  And, as has been the practice since that night in Boston, I've handled all of the tailgating arrangements myself.  Fool me once...

Just a quick reminder about this "Super Committee" nonsense

Via Veronique de Rugy at George Mason University.

You're being lied to by lying liars who lie a lot.  As you hear the news over the next few days about what a huge deal that "draconian" $1.2 trillion in spending "cuts" will look like, just keep this in mind.

Wait... what?

I've probably drunk more alcohol in my 35 years on this planet than most of you will drink in a lifetime.  Plenty of you may actually get drunk more than I do, since I don't ever get all that intoxicated when I drink, but my capacity for consumption is enough to surprise even myself sometimes.  (You should have seen that tailgate for the Navy game.  Oy.)  Being a fat bastard plays a role in this capacity, I'm sure, as does being a well-practiced drunk of Irish extraction.  I'm not even kidding when I say this BAC shit that the cops use should operate on a sliding scale.

Anyhow, getting to the point...  Even though I like to catch a buzz as much as anyone,  I had never ever heard of vodka-soaked tampons or butt chugging. 

What the...?  What?