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.

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

IPA back to India

Time to visit there, and taste the brews.

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Why Pepe Became a Sober Ascetic

Ok, FCP, they've got us stone cold. Crap. Now how we're gonna hide this from the wifey?

Monday, October 10, 2011

Notoriously fluid?

I thought that's der Rotter, after a few bocks of ale at the local Oktoberfest.

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

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.