Old Grey Blog
She ain't what she used to be. Sorry I missed your phone call last night but the important thing is we have a lot of beer, which is nice.
Catharine's party was fun, these two ladies say hello. I saw a couple of these guys, they're morons and Smitty's house is a dump.
The Orioles continue to drop dead weight and the Phillies dropped out of first in the wild card.
Wrens is friday, they are old.
Catharine's party was fun, these two ladies say hello. I saw a couple of these guys, they're morons and Smitty's house is a dump.
The Orioles continue to drop dead weight and the Phillies dropped out of first in the wild card.
Wrens is friday, they are old.
posted by Casey Jones at 7:10 AM
Infrequency and Indie Punching. Not Professionalism.
12 Comments:
Blog spammers know about our weight issues
Fat friends, fat friends...
Man, the Wrens are weathered. Be prepared for a late night Friday, I take it.
I'm glad you had fun at the Washington College website, and in Chestertown.
We do indeed have a lot of beer. I'm always sad at the lack of backstory to Lord Chesterfield. I bet this would be a good primer. I think Yuengling needs to hire a marketing firm to develop a relationship tween the Lord and the beer. Any ideas?
Did you spread the blog-word while in ctown? Some odd hits...
Maybe they should start an add campaign with an actor wearing an old timey wig saying things like, "Lord Chesterfield, always a good decision," they should also add "Brewer Patriot" to the label.
I told Jack.
Washington Post's Fall Book Preview. New Zadie Smith, a book on Joe Strummer that I think was mentioned on Pitchfork not long ago, and surprise, surprise, a John Feinstein book.
Thanks Engrish
That's a lotta books. Let's see... income divided by weeks times free time at a rate of a page or two per minute = I'll buy one.
I was thinking more
"On Lord Foppington Chesterfield's initial sojourn to the colonies in 1796, he requested that his servants pack three barrels of his favorite English ale. Two barrels were lost in a storm off the Canary Islands, and the third was consumed by the crew of The HMS Velveteen while trapped in the mid-Atlantic doldrums.
The ship came into Philadelphia harbor a full month late, and a famished, dry Lord Chesterfield came ashore looking for an American ale to wet his British whistle.
The American brews did not stand up to Chesterfield's sophisticated palate (he was heard to remark, "This tastes like my piss boy provided the brew! Whence the hops, man? Whence the hops?!"), so he commissioned an ale from D.G. Yuengling and Sons. After countless batches and failed experiments, along with much harumphing and dumping of tainted beer into the Schuykill River, Lord Chesterfield was sated with the ale that today bears his name and likeness." Lord Foppington Chesterfield - Brewer Tory.
One more book.
Send that to Yuengling, post haste.
I think I was trying to tell you about that Bill Simmons book recently and grossly misquoted the title as "How Fisk, Yastrzemski, and Nomar saved my life." None the less, I'll hold out for his Anthology of Mailbag columns to add to my collection of leatherbound books next to my Merlin Olsen biography.
My sister gave me Anchorman for my birthday, then went back to her home on whore island.
I'm gonna go on record as saying this won't work.
I'm hoping my dad can get tix to see St. Bonaventure Used-to-have-an-Indian-mascots play the St. Joe's Smelly Pirate Hookers. Should be a good game.
It would be a better role for Sean Astin, I agree.
Some of these are pretty great, particularly the ones i already knew about involving Vince Coleman.
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