Bigfoot & Biden
On the Track of Bigfoot
One stinky day, our class went hiking along the Nashville River. Like all salacious hikers, we were ready for any emergency. In our backpacks, we carried adult swings, pigs feet, and one paw.
As we walked along the trail, Mrs. McKeltch noticed a saturnine footprint. “Do you think a doo doo made these tracks?” Mrs. McKeltch asked.
“No, but let’s follow them anyway,” suggested Childings.
We pooped for hours. Then I screamed, “Sacre bleu! I think I see a huge weenie.”
“WTF!” we heard someone say. It was Joe Biden.
“Joe Biden!” we screamed. “We thought you were a huge weenie!”
“Do I look like a huge weenie? Well, as long as you’re all here, you can help me look for sexy dice. There are lots of them here along the Nashville River. We can take them back to school and study them under our microscopes.”
“WTF!!” everyone said.
a bong hit of spritual arsenic
Bockie (Seth) made a short film and it was funny. I’ll even forgive him for the gratuitous East Nashville shots. He’s good people, so watch it.
Oh, and…
I now weigh 135 pounds. I’m not saying it to be a douche, I’ve just worked really hard for this. So happy almost birthday to me. Now can I have some fucking cake?
Quickly
As usual, I have nothing to say. So instead, go read Aunt B’s post because it’s my most favorite thing that I’ve read in a long time.
Eastside
Ahem.
Back in 2004, Pabst executed a highly effective word-of-mouth campaign that made the long-declining brand an ‘ironic downscale chic’ choice for bike messengers and other younger drinkers who viewed the beer as a statement of non-mainstream taste. AD AGE
(see also: PBR Is Now a Luxury Beer, Sort Of)
And then there’s this: Hipster Housecleaner needed — Craigslist
Just sayin.
h/t chuckmilam


Back in 2004, Pabst executed a highly effective word-of-mouth campaign that made the long-declining brand an ‘ironic downscale chic’ choice for bike messengers and other younger drinkers who viewed the beer as a statement of non-mainstream taste. 





