I shitty work and weather week, and to cap it off last night I got hit in the chest with a comebacker line-drive and have a bruised rib. On a high note, I have some THC-laden Ak-47 and the SHIT WORKS. I think it's a bunny suicide weekend.
So if anyone remembers that thread we had about the Belgian couple who drove their land cruiser across the Congo (and, well, most of the world, all told), I'm reading a book called The Places In Between, by a guy who walked across Asia. He was walking through Iran with plans to cross Afghanistan, Pakistan, Nepal, Kashmir, and India. He got kicked out of Iran, and the Taliban wouldn't let him walk across Afghanistan, so he picked up his walk from Pakistan. Then the Taliban were kicked out in 2001, and not a few weeks later, he decided to continue his walk from where it had been left off, near the Iranian border. So then he walked across Afghanistan to Kabul, through the snowy, mountainous regions so fucking remote that a) Aristotle thought you could see the Eastern edge of the Earth from them, b) it was the one spot in the world that neither the Persians nor the Greeks had bothered to name, and c) in one spot that covers the distance of a week's walk, Islam took four hundred years to penetrate. Now that is backpacking.
Going to the KU vs. Texas basketball today. Have a feeling it is going to be quite insane inside of Allen Fieldhouse. My only wish is that the Big 12 allowed beer at their sporting events. Oh well.
It's big, big world. There are lots and lots of bourbons. Why would you choose to punish yourself with Wild Turkey? The only reason you don't feel hungover is that your hangover sensors have burned competely burned out of your system by that rotgut.
Like I'd be caught dead with negroid boy anus. It's the American cheese of buttholes. Barely qualifies.
All this talk of Wild Turkey has got me wondering...dare I fucks with it again? I need something to warm the soul today.
Being a Melbournite, tonight was the first time i tried a beer which is believe is popular in A-merry-kah, Budweiser. And I tell ya, that shit is smooth, really looking forward to draining some more of it Australia Day eve, which for you non-aussies, is tuesday night. BUD...WHY...ZER.
Prepare to feel like shit. Budweiser is notorious for bad hangovers/headaches. And really, no it's not good beer.
But this is where I pull out my secret weapon, 24 hour kebabs. Last night after 10 or so beers and three hours sleep before work, I had a delicious kebab just before bed and experienced minimal to zero hangover when i awoke. Would kebab bread soak up alchyhole or am I just grasping at straws here? Shit balls it is a late night/early morning.
Actually, interesting thing about ol' Budweiser. I was reading an issue of Draft Magazine a few years ago where they asked an old German brewmeister from a venerable old brewery about his favorite American beer. His answer with no hesitation? Budweiser. Why? Because every single can of bud tastes exactly the same. They have THE BEST QA in the business by far. Every can or bottle you drink tastes EXACTLY like it's supposed to. Coors and Miller have such shitty standards, that they don't even come close. So if you're going to drink a macro, drink Budweiser, it isn't full of bacteria.
Well shit! Is it a good beer or not? You know what, I don't care. It's pretty damn cheap for how decent it tastes. And if i didn't expect to be hungover once in a while i wouldn't love a drop as much as i do. Fuck the haterz