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

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Sunday, January 1, 2012

"Get Crazy with the Cheese-Whiz!"

"Gee, we never heard it called that before!" say Iowa farmers' daughters, reports Smitty, as Robert Stacy McCain enjoys an Iowa caucus surge... before the hardest-driving, hardest working original reporter in blogdom hits the bricks again to cover rising GOP star Rick Santorum's busy day trying to close the deal in the Iowa caucuses... so hit his freaking tip jar!