I have arrived, in the land of BBQ and Razorbacks. The journey was interesting to say the least. Filled with peril, hippies, and bad gas station food at every corner of the trip. Somewhere in the middle of Texas I met a girl named Heather, we will call her Granola Heather though, due to the fact that she both smelled like and was eating granola bars. She shared her thoughts on her screen play she was writing, as well as why people should grow there own food and live communally.
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(Girl that looks uncannily similar to Granola Heather)
After speaking with Heather, whom I presume was in a drug induced trance the majority of the time we spoke we went further east. Around 300 or 400 miles later we stopped gassed up and got some food... From a gas station! Biggest mistake of the day.
(Gas Station Disaster)
After the bad food, drugged up hippies, and a thousand miles we have made it. Now, the fun begins.
Friends, may I begin off by saying that you are all wonderful people. It has been a pleasure to hang out with all of you. However, I must leave for a while. My destination, the Dirty South. Namely Arkansas, and other places surrounding it. I will begin my epic overland voyage tomorrow.
(Little Rock, capitol of ignorance and delicious BBQ)
The trip will be long, but fret not I shall return in August. The next few months will be both long and arduous but I am not afraid of the challenges that await me. After all a place that has been responsible for both dump truck cars, Walmart, and the people whom inhabit the warehouse super centers should give me some great laughs.
(Dump Truck Car)
(Average citizen of the south, note the wood camo)
So wish me luck, I will see you all very soon.
That is all for today, thank you for reading, peace, and one love.
Manatees, the cows of the sea. Not to be confused with dolphins, which help make part of chicken of the sea.
(mmm... Chicken of the Sea)
Every year the manatee species encroaches on human land and manatee attacks on toddlers and fishermen increase (last year by 87%)! Yet many feel that manatee attacks on boats and small children are somehow humans fault. Many even want to save the species from extinction, namely Gina.
(This is Gina and she will eat your face, unless you save the manatees)
So, go save some manatees so your face is intact and you can help the manatees with their conquest of the human species, but seriously though manatees are essential to some waters ecosystems.
So, may I begin off by saying happy Easter. I am spending the day back in the motherland... Alamogordo NM, a place that strangely resembles Eastern Europe.
(Original Settlers of Alamogordo AKA Gypsys)
The day has been long but enjoyable, it has been spent eating pig, cow, chicken, and several other animals. The food prepared by the mother, and grandmother was spectacular. Needles to say both my sister and I have gorged ourselves on tasty animal ribs, and cheesy potato.
(The Sister, one of five; very obvious descendant of original gypsy founders.)
So all in all the day was good, we ate good food. Enjoyed some zombie movies, and avoided arguing all day! Now on to other topics, like the beer I've been drinking lately.
Arrogant Bastard Ale
(Are you truly worthy?)
Ok, we've all seen this bottle you know which one I'm talking about the big bottle, the one that is kind of... well you know over compensating for something. Well I tried this behemoth a few days ago and it is truly not as scary as people made it out to be. My first thoughts when viewing the bottle were something like
"Holy shit the devil brews beer now! I have to try it."
After carefully listening to people compare a bottle of this to a can of Four Loko, I was mentally preparing myself for what was to be one of the most drunken nights of my life....
It was all hype. After about a half an hour of sipping on it I began waiting with baited breathes for the ensuing debauchery to begin. It failed to arrive, not only that but after the whole bottle I felt a strange feeling in my mouth. The feeling? Cotton mouth, yes the plague of stoners had somehow entered my body. Overall the beer was good, hyped up for supposed demonic properties but still good. It was a full bodied beer with almost no hopp notes and an extremely dry finish. It is most definitely worth trying when someone else is willing to buy it. So the final conclusion for Arrogant Bastard Ale is simple, if you are willing to dish out almost ten dollars for a bottle to look like a bad ass in front of other people without actually getting drunk, you are worthy. If you are not though then you and your money are not worthy of the ensuing cotton mouth that goes hand in hand with the devils brew.
