While screwing around online, I tripped over an empty bourbon bottle (remind me to go to the liquor store later on today) and when I picked myself up I discovered that I was right in the middle of Cheaper Than Dirt! (CTD)
Which in turn reminded me that I was a bit low on 5.56 NATO...
At this point I'm issuing my standard warning to all moonbats, left wing idiots, and anti-freedom zealots. Go someplace else, because you are not going to like what you read next.
One of my favorite bloggers is Wirecutter, over at Knuckledraggin My Life Away. If you haven't read him, find a free half-hour and go see him - he writes an excellent blog.
One recurring title from the Wirecutter is Psycho Chicks - We've All Had 'Em. Maybe, maybe not, but by the time you've hit forty if you haven't met one you aren't living right.
Now me, I'm old enough and wise enough to know better than to get mixed up with a psycho chick, but every once in a while even someone with my experience gets blindsided.
Warning: If you're some kind of feminazi whack job or a left wing tool or something - save yourself a lot of grief and Xanax by visiting your favorite loonie lefty site. Forget you ever came here. The rest of you can keep reading.
I haven't reviewed an artist in quite a while, so here we go. Ah, but don't forget the standard disclaimer! Not safe for children, not safe for work, do not use with wet or damp hands... and if you're a thin skinned precious little snowflake - the first paragraph will cause a mental meltdown.
As all of my regular readers (such as they are - few in number, percipient in culture) know that I rarely, if ever, discriminate. I hate everyone equally. I despise most political groups, and I execrate all but a select few social groups. I also subscribe to the practice of ignoring those habits and consuetudes which are not obvious, and which I would never practice myself as I find them abhorrent.
Keep reading as you like with the usual warning and disclaimer - adult oriented racist hate speech ahead, triggers and micro-triggers are deliberate, this missive includes racist hate speech, void where prohibited, no deposit no return, the sleeves will ride up with wear, and thin skinned SJWs and affiliated moonbats will be offended to the point of mandatory psychiatric treatment.
Standard Disclaimer: This content is not suitable for most work places, thin skinned moonbats, politically correct people, or anyone under 18 years of age who can't think for themselves and has no sense of humor. If you can't tolerate hate speech, don't read this.
I was all set to write about this, and the Old NFO beat me to it. Take a look and a read if you're so inclined, and remember you saw it here - or something.
But before you do, you need a little background. A lot of the people reading this hound already know this, and have known it since they were ten years old. Two things you have to know about beer to appreciate what's happening here:
There's money involved in every step, which should answer most questions. So - got that? Brewer, distributor, bar, consumer, DUI, domestic, Fraternity Toga Party, and eventually, drunk tank. Like always, there's money in it.
Now that we're all on the same page, looking at the same picture of Ms. Budweiser Light of 2022, here we go...
