Three Beers Later...

An Experiment in Adjusting an Alcohol-based Reality Filter. The more beer you drink, the more the world seems to make sense. I'm not sure if this is the beer's fault, or the world's. Experiments proceed. For pigeonholing purposes, I consider myself a South Park Conservative: I believe in Loose Women and Tight Borders but I'm getting anime porn and legally mandated lounges for day laborers...further adjustment to the model may be needed. e-mail me at slayerdaddy-AT-yahoo.com

Sunday, December 26, 2010

DOOMSTORMWATCH 2010 WITH DOPPLERDOPPLERDOPPPLER -- pt 2

Things have taken a turn for the worse at the McEnroe household. The liquor remains buried in the snow out back, and roaming packs of polar bears, angry at not being declared endangered, are intercepting even 4WD deliveries from the beer distributor...

...while the icy winter hell contiues to stalk suburbia...

...and we're forced to burn limbs off our wooden Al Gore Collectible Cigar Store Indian (A Franklin Mint Collectible!) for warmth. We're assuming it's our cigar store Al... anyway, it stopped fighting and screaming after the second limb...

4 comments:

Support The Troops said...: Keep you powder dry; December 26, 2010 at 2:01 PM
richard mcenroe said...: We got powder all over the frakkin lawn! It AIN'T DRY! IT'S COLD AND FRAKKIN WET! AND IT'S PILING HIGHER!; December 26, 2010 at 2:05 PM
bingbing said...: Who likes a warm beer? Why are you complaining?; December 27, 2010 at 6:54 AM
richard mcenroe said...: In the refrigerator, the cold knows its place. In the back yard, not so much.; December 27, 2010 at 7:14 AM