I have been inundated with work lately, so my blogging muscles haven't been flexed in a few days. I apologize to all three of you who may occasionally read my rantings. In any event, if you really cared, you wouldn't give me crap about it. No one is, actually, I'm just saying that in preparation of a time when someone might.
Enough about that. Wired news just made my day/week/month/life/eternity with this little bugger.
Ladies and gentlemen, science finally does something right. I give you... Pocket Shots. Liquor in a small squeezable container, perfect for hiding at work, putting in one's pants to attend a screening of whatever movie you feel like overpaying for, church, uncomfortable dinners with the gf's parents (or friends if they're lame too)... the list goes on and on.
God bless America. It's not often I say that kind of shit, so you know this means something.
And did you notice which one is front and center? You got it! Aged Kentucky Straight BOURBON!!! *tear*