Showing posts with label Beer is what's for dinner. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Beer is what's for dinner. Show all posts
Friday, October 19, 2012
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
A strong ale
Sink The Bismarck vs Armageddon. Let's see which one is more potent.
Labels:
Beer is what's for dinner,
non-pinko beer
Thursday, September 06, 2012
Monday, September 03, 2012
Saturday, September 01, 2012
Steyn whistles past the dogs in the graveyard
What frequency does a Mitch McConnell speech have to be ringing inside your head for even the most racially obsessed Caucasian MSNBC anchorman to hear the words “PGA tour” as “deep-rooted white insecurities about black male sexuality”? That’s way beyond dog-whistling, and somewhere between barking mad and frothing rabid. Nah, it's all a Stalinist plot to steal our precious bodily fluids, says Mr Rot.
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Wednesday, August 08, 2012
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Mr Rot explains the finer points of stout
Is this a Questions no one is asking story, or a The lonely lives of scientists story?
Tuesday, December 06, 2011
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
Thursday, August 04, 2011
Monday, July 11, 2011
Beer Archaeologist
I jump on and off FCP when I can, so this very well may have been already posted. If not here it is; finally some worthwhile archaeology. ~mft
Labels:
Archaeology,
Beer,
Beer is what's for dinner
Tuesday, June 07, 2011
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Friday, March 04, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
AA eats his turkey on the Pike
.. stuck between Framingham and Charlton, he finds some cheap birds.
In the meantime, a California girl has a novel idea how to go faster through the TSA gauntlet. Rotter is waiting to do the pat-down.
And Angelina, grossed out by Thanksgiving, escapes from Amerikkka. Just like Rot.
In the meantime, a California girl has a novel idea how to go faster through the TSA gauntlet. Rotter is waiting to do the pat-down.
And Angelina, grossed out by Thanksgiving, escapes from Amerikkka. Just like Rot.
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