The past, told in a way I can comprehend

I can’t believe Drunk History has existed this long and I have failed to notice. I mean, I’ve seen it mentioned at various blogs but I’ve never really had the time or inclination to actually sit and watch it. The shame!

This one’s my favorite because it combines an awesomely feminist story plus funny hiccuping plus Danny McBride into one badass video. But the others are so, so funny too.

Thanks to Shane for kicking my ass into gear and pointing this shiz out to me.

Day 281: I Refuse to Refer to This As Anything Other Than the Bar at the Establishment Formerly Known as the Bigfoot Lodge

i refuse to refer to this as anything other than the bar at the establishment formerly known as the bigfoot lodge

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Day 265: Trouble

Day 265: Trouble

In one night: An older gentlemen — who claims to be heir to millions of dollars he turned down — tells me about his sexual predilection for old women and recites original poetry to me about how life’s easier lived with a good woman. Cute girls are not carded. A man with nice teeth speaks to me in broken Cantonese and climbs on the bar. A vagrant makes kissy faces through the window. I drink something roughly the color of radioactive waste. I play an enthralling game of Peggle on an iPhone that does not belong to me. A cop walks in. I coax a tequila hater into trying 901. I get scolded for taking photos (and am just drunk enough to not care). I witness a lot of manhugs and middle fingers. I hear all kinds of stories about Beale Street regulars and, essentially, what amounts to their absurd sit-com lives. I barely sleep.

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