Ya Lebowski, we believe een na-shing!! – so says this late March morning during a stupid international break.

So, without stealing any of Sharky’s thunder (he’s the one who teaches all y’all of classy, legitimate cocktails), I wanted to introduce the Clubhouse to two friends.  On the right, my 2nd favoUrite brand of ginger beer.  Fentiman’s is #1, but is not only expensive, but also now very hard to find (THANKS Obama1!!1111).

On the left, is a handsome bottle of hydrocodone, which will substitute for the vodka.  Drink down #2 with a swig of #1, viola you have just made Hippo’s Kyiv Mule.

You can also barely make out the margins of my Superb Owl 50 champions Donks coaster.  That part is optional, but surely enhances the experience.

I saw a bumper sticker downtown with the Uke flag and “Fuck Putin.”  I also discussed current foreign policy with my very right-wing (but not-Trumpy) and we disagreed on almost nothing.  Like I said, 90% of Americans seem on the “Fuck Putin” train, and Diamond Joe needs to say that phrase early and often.

My rabidly conservative friend thinks Taylor-Greene should be in a lunatic asylum, and Rep. Adolf Sitler (h/t, Rikki) aka Madison Cawthorn – should be shot for treason.  He also weirdly hates the Irish (from an Anglophile perspective I thinks).  Even though he’s Catholic himself, almost on the Mel Gibson scale.  Odd duck (hey, LIKE ME!), we enjoy each other’s drunken company.  Always end up singing Elvis Costello, it seems.

Anyway, I wish the Prem was on teevee, but it ain’t.  Fuck if I know what to do, or talk about.  Stupid basketball will take centre stage late.  Whoopidy-doo.

Oh yeah, there’s this.  Miss the World Cup, followed by win the European Euros (beating England at Wembley, no less), followed by miss the World Cup AGAIN.  Yep, the Eye-Tie national team is like a box of chocolates.  Do read the whole thing.