Nothing wrong with asking him some questions. You wouldn't be imitating a police officer, you'd just be really curious. "Ey bud? You don't happen to have any of that... Ah crap, what do they call it nowadays... Uhh bud? Mary Jane? On you do you?"
Here's something no-one asked for: my favorite band of late (fantastic original covers of shit, look them up) Walk Off the Earth: Doing a song with Steve Aoki. It's an amazing blend of the mid-teens folk music scene and techno/dance.
A friend of mine had an in the biz discount at a bar last night. So I got to try Pappy Van Winkle 12 year old bourbon. The bartender talked me into it as opposed to the 15. It uhh... kinda sucks. Very sharp, burns, lots of alcohol vapors. Noah's Mill is a much better product and half the price of Pappy. Mission accomplished, but for all the hype I am disappointed. Noah's Mill comes out in early fall. Usually sells out by mid-fall. This has been a public service announcement.
I am an idiot who bought a ticket for the KC GNR show. We were taking bets on how long Axl would last on the tour and if he would actually make it here. It is looking like the odds just decreased significantly.
I haven't read anything that says he won't be finishing the not in this lifetime tour. Maybe I'm missing something here.
Today is the perfect lazy day...it's so crummy outside that it makes it easy to be worthless inside. If only I could get someone to bring me Whataburger. Or deliver breakfast. That gal up above looks like she's stuck in the 80s. And that she might have a dick. Uhhhh....I guess God bless her for DOING HER at the bar?
This weekend was great up until the dog getting nicked by a car yesterday, followed by several hours in the doggie ER. He'll be fine and it could have been way worse but the poor guy will be limping around for awhile now with a few stitches and has to deal with a cone too. Scared the hell out of us last night and I still feel stupid for what happened, but at least he's already doing better now than this morning. So I am having a beer as I lay next to him and I bet he wishes he could have one too.
Two dozen pickled eggs are now brining, and I've got a pound and a half of beef jerky drying in the oven. Almost ready to open my own dive bar.
Judging by the design of the Bud Light can, I would wager that the picture was taken around 15 years ago.
I may be a barbarian, but I'm no peasant. Pickled pigs feet give boiled peanuts a run for their money on the slime list.