Drinkin' at Home on a Friday Night

Hmmmm ... I considered a bottle of Fat Bastard ... How was it?

I'm finishing off the last of the Lindeman's pinot noir. It is quite lovely for a 15-dollar bottle.

So now I'm settling in for a Cold Case re-run at midnight ... A decent enough way to finish what has been a fairly stressful week.

I'm just going to cross my fingers that none of our students are shot in the head for another while.

 

Mrs. Lono and I drinking Bushmills. Good times.

 

I'd be having a Budweiser if they'd ever roll the fucking press.

 

Fucking protestant whiskey.

You're forgiven. Once.

 

Sorry, bro. The Jameson's bottle, tragically, was already empty.

 

Carry on, and raise what's left of the flag for me.

 

Jameson/Bushmills ... the great green/orange divide.

 

I'm drinking Sierra Nevada, which is completely ruined by the taste of a cappuccino nicotine lozenge, if you want to know the truth.

 

and you make fun of lono?

 

Suck it, beeeyotch.

Rush Sanders doesn't even love you.

 

He still loves me more than he loves his son though.

And more than he loves Barry Larson.

So eat it.

 

Get me out of here anytime soon and there's a Widmer Hef with my name on it someplace. Might even try to hit a tailgater if it's still going.