Showing posts with label Booze. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Booze. Show all posts
Music Mondays: Roger Miller, Chug-A-Lug
Roger Miller knew how to make a good song about drinking booze. So kick back, grab yourself a nice bottle of Dom P or moonshine, pop some bottles and enjoy this classic hit about getting sauced.
Sippin,
.Stinky Britches.
Poppin' Bottles Like A Champ
Back in the day pop artist Andy Warhol was a regular at Studio 54 in New York. Along with poppin disco biscuits and packin his beak with booger sugar Warhol was notorious for throwing down Dom Perignon. So it's no surprise that the chic people at Dom P would colab with the Andy Warhol Foundation to design an extraordinary limited-edition bottle. The Warholian collection, available Oct. 15th only in select wine shops consists of three bottles each with its own kitschy colored label. Pop some tops but make sure you have the paper because at $150 a bottle I wouldn't waste a drop. You can peep all the champagne your liver can handle at Dom P dot com.
Bottoms Up Bitches,
.Stinky Britches.
The Good Kind Of Danger
I'm here to get drunk! The good kind of drunk, the kind of drunk that makes you better at everything especially talking up the ladies... Meh, there probably isn't even enough booze in David Hasselhoff's liquor cabinet to make me better at that. I do want you to get charmingly toasted. So, the next time you're out on the town swooning broads, chasin' skirts or in every woman's case, being a full on CT to every dude that just wants to dance with you, put the fist pump on hold for just a minute and wrap your mitts around the tastiest of premium tequilas on the market, Peligroso. Enjoy all three varieties: Silver, Reposado and Anejo. I personally fancy my Peligroso out of the belly button of a 5'10, tan, blonde, 20 something, coed but I'm sure Peligroso tastes great out of a shot glass, on the rocks or even in an ice cold margarita. I could decipher the ins and outs that make Peligroso Tequila so delish and unique but that's fucking boring... Just take a peek at the bottle and imagine how good that will look in your bar, on your shelf, or tucked safely under your pillow. Remember, a life without a little danger is like watching the same porn over and over. At first it's great then it just gets boring and makes your wrist hurt.
Enjoy irresponsibly,
.Stinky Britches.
Can I Pet Your Beer
What's better than an ice cold bottle of beer? How about an ice cold bottle of beer that comes with a meticulously encased taxedermied rodent coozie... Oh yeah and that beer happens to pack a prodigious 55% alcohol content! Drink an entire bottle of this libatious celebration of malted hops and barley and your chipmunk encrusted bottled may start singing Disney tunes and C-walkin before your very eyes. The brew masters at Brewdog used cutting-edge brewing techniques to give this redneck soda the scant flickering flavors of Juniper berries and other wildernessy delights. With one sip you'll feel like you stepped out of your drab suburban dwelling into a glorious meadow, Alvin, Simon and Theodore will be there too. The only hesitation I could possibly see as to why one would not want to purchase this nectar of the gods is the robust price tag, a whopping $650-$900...
Inebriatedly Your,
.Stinky Britches.
Inebriatedly Your,
.Stinky Britches.
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