Good morning, evening or next Tuesday, fellow Commentists! Low Commander is here to man the Beer Barrel this week, as make it snow embarks on his yearly tradition of being a big quitter and thinking that he's better than you. Never fear, for there are a whole host of guests
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Your Thursday Night Looks-Like-We-Take-Beerguy-Rob-For-Granted Live Thread
Whoopsie-doodle. Looks like no one volunteered for tonight, so here's a quarter-assed fill-in right quick. I spent today driving wifey to work, various doctor's appointments, picking the wifey back up, filling new prescriptions, getting a much needed haircut, installing my parents' third printer since September (seriously, guys?!), picking up said scripts, and
Wednesday Night Game 7s Are a Blast if It Doesn’t Involve Your Team Thread
Commentist Beer Barrel: Here It Gose Again
Pray for me, Commentists. Tomorrow, I'll begin an entire month without alcohol, a wholly voluntary and possibly stupid exercise in self-denial that's become a yearly tradition for me. It can be a bit of a pain in the ass at times, but it's hard to argue with the results: I lose a ton
Commentist Beer Barrel and Open Thread: Substitute Student
Your “Freaky Friday” Open Thread
I can do this... I can do this... /deep breath... That was a pretty go-- FUCK THE BLACKHAWKS!!! Dammit. I'll take anybody but them. C'mon Blues. This emotion is just more proof that the only Canadians tuning into the playoffs are hate-watching the games. Not much on the NFL front 6 days (SIX. DAYS!) before the
Commentist Beer Barrel: Turkey Day, Continued
Commentist Beer Barrel: Extreme Beer Aging
An Open Letter to King Hippo, Sill Bimmons, and the other EPL lovers/La Liga haters
Dear Invisible Imaginary Internet Friends, Please don't take this post the wrong way. I love international football just like you do. I like Rebecca Lowe as a host and as an expert on all things footy. I also enjoy watching the English Premier League along with you and I was raptured
Commentist Beer Barrel: I’ve Had A Few Budweisers
That's the season, then. Just about a week ago, with either relief or chagrin, we all watched one of the NFL's most accomplished quarterbacks ride off into the sunset with a world championship and the short and sweet declaration, "I'm going to Disneyworld!" Wait. Peyton. Wait. You pronounced "Disneyworld" wrong. Like, really, really wrong. Peyton.
