Beer induced venom...

1. With regard to my earlier post about that media outlet I hate. Let it be known, officially, henceforth, forever and eternity:

I shall not, at any time, for any reason, link, redirect, or suggest that you visit that site.

Also, for the record, let it be known that I feel thus:

May the fleas of a thousand rabid camels infest the crotch of your Victoria's Secret thong for a thousand years, mister media outlet I detest with all my soul!

2. Alien Resurrection is on. I'm sending instant messages to :rose: as I type this. He pointed that movie out to me...

:rose: : one of the alien movies is on TBS
literaryalchemist: It's the BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD one.
:rose: : I never saw it
literaryalchemist: Oh god.
literaryalchemist: Watch it and commit suicide.
literaryalchemist: Then I won't have to go to your wedding.

That was mean. I suppose. Maybe. But, oh well. It's still frackin' funny. I'm not sure I'm comfortable cussing on someone else's webspace. Yet. Let's see how I feel in five more beers...

3. Why is it: whenever I go to the convenience store, there's some dimwit in front of me trying to open a trust fund via lotto tickets?

• This is no longer convenient
• Lotto is not a retirement plan
• No matter what the marketers say
• All I want is my goddamned beer

4. The chick from the parallel universe on Stargate: Atlantis reminds me of Ali Larter. And we all know what that means, now, don't we?

5. Brigade Quartermasters charges too freakin' much money for shipping and they take entirely too long to deliver products. This really chaps my ass considering they're the only means by which I can purchase an Under Armour tactical stretch fit cap. At least, for the time being.

6. Thanks to :rose: this has put my "spewing" into persepctive. See how I snuck that in? Isn't it great?
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