The Boulevard Saison-Brett will be hitting your favorite liquor store’s shelves around Wednesday of next week. Boulevard expects full saturation in liquor stores in the KC metro by next Monday 10/14.
BOOSH!!!
This my friends, is the Fatty Melt. A hamburger placed between two grilled cheese sandwiches as a bun. My arteries are so hard right now.
So we decided to run to the grocery store this morning. Or only errand of the day. The shopping visit went pretty well, aside from the family in front of us at the register buying about 10 things of specialty chocolate, each with it’s own coupon attached.
We were turning right out of the shopping center and where behind a blue hair at the light. She was turning right as well, but wouldn’t go despite the lack of cross-traffic. Then, in classic blue hair fashion, she begins to pull out into the intersection when the people across from us receive their green turn signal. I say something to the wife about, blue hair cuts someone off, and then cuts across the three lanes of traffic…so I begin speaking even more animated about the situation. I turn out, pass the guy blue hair cut off, and then hear some jackass yell “I had the green light, you fucking moron!” while hanging the bird proudly out of his window. Excuse me? Are you actually serious? If it wasn’t for the fact that my child was in the back seat and my wife was yelling at me, I very much would have calmly persued a discussion with said jagoff about paying attention to the road and not what I’m doing in my car that wasn’t even remotely directed at him. Maybe would have gave him and his buddy a helpful tip about pulling their heads out of each other’s asses before calling someone a moron after cutting across two lanes of traffic and interjecting yourself into a situation that has nothing to do with you.
But I do none of that aside from turning around to see this white trash speciman in all of his SUV glory. Keep moving the short drive home. The main road before you get to our area goes from two lanes to one. Someone behind me got over right before the other lane ended, but quickly got back over. A ways down the road, three of Amerikkka’s most wanted in a bitchin import tuner come flying out of nowhere in the wrong lane. This pushes me over the edge. I flip them off out of complete frustration with the jackasses around me. They proceed to start keepin’ it real and the front passenger gets out and sits on the window while gesturing towards me. This has got to be some sort of joke. I exchange some fat, white guy in aviators gestures back. After nearly hitting a road closure sign, they pull over to let me pass them so they can then follow me. These kids have had quite their fill of listening to Akon CDs and playing Grand Theft Auto…like staying 5-car lengths back on empty roads Sunday morning will make me not notice you following me. Sadly, the story ends when they got tired of following me on the way to go get some cat food, but flashed me the bird for good measure.
And that is why I am drinking and blogging right now.
Holy balls, this awesome…
Spent most of the weekend in St Louis at a wedding. Not many things can make up for having to stay in a cess pool of city, but this wedding cake was the ultimate.
