Translation: I think, therefore I'm a Rotten Bastard Welcome again to What We Drank Last Night. In-depth beer, wine and liquor reviews are great, but the average North American has neither the time nor the attention span for "notes of smoked blueberry" and "nuances of toast." WWDLN is more like if
Author: The Right Reverend Electric Mayhem
Regretsmas Eve Open Thread
"Over"? Did you say "over"? NOTHING is over until OUR CORPORATE OVERLORDS decide it is! That's right, friends, you have not yet escaped the clutches of the "holiday" season. Not just because there are seventy-one more nights of Hannukah (MORE SOCKS AND NOTEBOOKS!!!) or the run-up to Drinking Amateur Night. Nor
What We Drank Last Night: WILD CARD!
Deshaun of the Dead: Sunday Night Game Open Thread
So I've been on the road all day and have relatively little firsthand knowledge of what the shit went on this afternoon. A brief (aka halfass) recap after this important message: WOOOOOO! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Ok. I'm good. I'm cool. So the Bills (WOOOO!) handed the Iggles a golden opportunity to pull even
What We Drank Last Night: Thanksgiving Tuneup Edition
Rudolph the Raycess Reindeer: CrimeBeat! Followup Edition
Whelp, the other shoe has...um...sort of dropped. While we were all distracted by Potentially P(a)edophile Princes and Tua Tagovailoa's first contract value going from $30 million to $3.5 million because Nick Saban wanted to "practice" the two-minute offense in a meaningless blowout, the wheels of Shield Justice continued to grind
What We Drank Last Night: Instant Booze Reviewz
CrimeBeat!: Special #Hardtime in #Hardland Edition
CrimeBeat!: An Existential Quandre Edition
It's that time again- time to examine the biggest NFL felonies (real or metaphorical) of the last couple of days weeks (gimme a break, new fatherhood is a bitch). It's CrimeBeat! and you will listen to EVERY LAST WORD I SAY! ACCUSED: Corbyn Nyemah CHARGE: Attempted Home Invasion, Property Damage, Cuckoldry Who is
MOST GLORIOUS EL BEISBOL CARDINALS (and some NFL thing) Open Thread
That's right, kids- Uncle Scotchy is...indisposed for the evening. Some people just can't hold their chloroform. WHICH MEANS that Ol' Reverend Mayhem is driving the train tonight, and he's all hopped up on the Halloween candy Dr. Mrs. Mayhem bought and tried to stash away. CAN'T HIDE THE REESE'S FROM ME,
Wangs of New York: Your 2019 Buffalo Bills Bye Week Bonanza
[Interior. Press Room at the Meadowlands. JOSH ALLEN is at the podium, answering questions after beating the New York "Football" "Giants".] ANONYMOUS PR FLACK: Ok guys, we've got time for one more question. SNOTTYASS MOTHERFUCKING REPORTER FOR THE NEW YORK POST OR SOME SHIT: There's a chance you could have ended up
Go Home, Fate, You’re Drunk: 2019 Detroit Lions at the Bye
[INTERIOR, STAGE WITH CLOSED CURTAIN. From offstage, muffled and slurred shouts are heard, mostly inaudible but include variations on "Not goin' outthere!" and "You an whose army, cock-knocker?"] [Eventually, REVEREND MAYHEM is shoved through the curtain and stumbles into frame, one hand clutching a bottle of brown liquid labeled "JJ Fozz