The drinking man's guide to fine (and not-so-fine) beer, wine and spirits
Kegerators.com just introduced a pretty interesting way to shop for a kegerator based on the specific kind of degenerate you are. I like this. Now if they would just consider sending me one or giving me a fat discount on one, I could write a detailed review… 
There’s an initiative in the works right now that needs 400,000 more signatures to get on the November ballot. If it gets on the ballot and passes, it would increase the tax on a bottle of wine by 12,675% — from 4¢ per bottle to $5.11. Beer too. That means $5 more per 6-pack. Really.
Unless all you want to choose from are a few big wineries and breweries who can afford this tax, this initiative cannot pass.
Read this article:Â http://www.gilroydispatch.com/news/264468-updated-5-tax-on-bottle-of-wine
Raise hell. Hurl insults at anyone who tries to get you to sign this measure.
Root |root|:
1.
verb, Australian origin; recreational procreation, with all the “pro”s and no “creation” (if things go as planned).
See Also: horizontal mambo, shag, beast with two backs.
Uses: “Rootin’ in the Back of the Ute” (Kevin Bloody Wilson. Translated: “Fucking in the Back of the Truck”), or “Oy, youse wanna go ‘ave a root before the old lady gets home?”
2.
noun, Santa Cruz origin; Gabe Potkowski’s nickname.
Had a long night last night at a bar that boasts 88 different kinds of tequila, which precipitated the following:
When you ask for the bar tab and it’s so long that the bartender has to roll it around a toilet paper roll, you’ve been drinking too much tequila.
When the bartender looks at the tab, does a double take and says “wow, you drank all that?”, you’ve been drinking too much tequila.
When the idea of fighting the bouncer looks like a fun challenge, you’ve been drinking too much tequila.
When some jackass on coke decides you’re his best friend and spends a half hour telling you how much money he makes, and you don’t knock him off his stool because you can’t tell which double-vision version of him to hit, you’ve been drinking too much tequila.
When you have to close one eye so you can see your wife on the stool next to you, you’ve been drinking to much tequila.
When you don’t notice she’s not your wife, you’ve been drinking too much tequila.
If she ends up being a he, you’ve definitely been drinking too much tequila.
When your wife throws up in your office parking lot and you wash it away with your own piss and call it good, you’ve been drinking too much tequila.
If you pissed on your boss’ tire in the process and washed that off with more piss, you’ve been drinking too much tequila.
When you wake up on your office couch and lock yourself out of the office while puking in the bathroom, forcing you to have to either sleep in the hall or walk 3 miles home, you’ve been drinking too much tequila.
When you don’t notice that the door’s not actually locked– you just can’t turn the knob — and still walk home, you’ve had too much tequila.
When the sidewalk repeatedly slaps you in the forehead on said walk home, you’ve been drinking too much tequila.
When there’s a turd in your undies and you’re not sure whose it is, you’ve been drinking too much tequila.
OK, look: unlike the San Diego contingent, I am not a beer snob. If the weather’s warm, the beer’s piss-colored or darker and cold, and I’m thirsty, I’ll drink it and probably like it. It’s cold, it’s somewhat refreshing and it tastes great when you’ve been out angling for Halibut all day with nothing else to do but talk about strippers with the other guy on the boat. Look, I’m a guy who once split a flask of Jack Daniels’, 3 homebrews, a 12-er or Bud, a joint and another 30-pack of Bud with 2 other people while at-sea on my canoe, then stopped at the gas dock (in a canoe with no motor, go figure) so I could get another 12-er for the long half-mile trek through the harbor.
No, this is not a Star Wars spoof. But I’m guessing the good vs. evil theme will figure prominently. Beer Wars is a documentary that will only be shown in theaters across the country on April 16. Directly after its screening, a live half-hour discussion with various beer experts and moderator, Ben Stein, will take place. If you like craft beer and have ever wondered how hard it is for the little upstart brewery to carve out a niche in the face of the evil BMC (Bud-Miller-Coors) Galactic Empire, then this may be the documentary for you. For more info, go here.
From the provided informative FrostShot literature:
FrostShot is an innovative alternative to traditional alcohol-based beverages. In the past…freezing alcohol had been deemed impossible; but we’ve achieved perfection. FrostShot is a frozen alcoholic shot conveniently packaged inn aluminum sleeves for portability and ease of use. FrostShot is the first of its kind. So grab a FrostShot and get your party started!!
As soon as we saw the announcement for anniversary month at O’Brien’s pub from owner Tom Nickel, the scheming began. How could we justify so many trips to the pub in one month? And while every week offered countless tasty options spread across multiple days, it was the Russian River Brewing Company TION night that had everyone salivating (and perhaps in a few cases, prematurely ejaculating), and happened to fall just a few days before JDavid’s birthday. Perfect! One of those few days a year now when going on a serious bender is actually somewhat acceptable- that is, of course, 
assuming you don’t end up in jail for pissing on the side of the cop car that stops in the middle of the road to fuck with you when you’re walking your drunk ass home.
Ventured up to Stone Brewing Company in Escondido yesterday with JDavid to score some special release vintage bottles of Imperial Russian Stout. It was the first time that I have ever been to Stone for a special vintage release, so I really had no idea what to expect. Would there be a line of 100 people already waiting, or would I find no one at all? Would it be like the madness of a swap meet opening as the bargain hunters dash to get the best deals on stolen radios and broken bicycles? Or could I expect a massive, bacchanalian orgy with deaf, mute transvestites masturbating hither and thither? It turned out to be an exceptional experience. I will no longer fear the fabricated fantasies of a Stone special bottle release.
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