I recently came up with a fantastic new dessert recipe, the last thing you'd expect out of someone as gastronomically challenged as I...
First, buy a box of ice cream sandwiches. Sometimes it's fun to call them "sammitches" or "sangwiches". Remove a few of them from the box and be sure to discard the outer wrapping on each. Toss as many as will fit into...
...a blender. Next add...
Some Baileys Irish Cream. Now, you don't have to buy the Bailey's that comes with two glasses like in the picture, but fuck, if it's the same price as a bottle of Baileys without glasses, you might as well get the glasses. You can never have enough glasses. Unless, of course, you're really cramped for space. Then fuck the glasses. It's up to you.
Pour in the appropriate amount of Baileys depending on how drunk you care to be. Hit one of the buttons on the blender. I like "frappe" personally.
Once the consistency is thick, but not TOO thick, remove the lid (you did remember to put the lid on, right?) and either pour into tall glasses or drink directly from the blender vessel itself if you are impatient. Enjoy!
My disgust with Bill O'Reilly is well-documented on this blog. I've spoken about him a few times HERE, HERE, and in this already classic post HERE.
One of the many things I like about IMDb.com is being able to put a name to a face. For instance, I was watching a bit of "Best In Show" last night and saw this guy. I know I've seen him in tons of other movies and TV shows. Now I have his entire resume at my fingertips.
...for a Klondike Bar?
Yesterday I wore shorts and didn't feel the slightest bit cold. And believe me, in the skin-tight Daisy Dukes I prefer to wear, there's plenty of exposed flesh that could potentially get chilly. Thankfully, all I felt was warmth (and a little constricted).
I got "The President's Analyst" from Netflix yesterday upon the recommendation of a fellow blogger. I just can't remember who.
The following is a list of quintessential grandma names:
First, buy a box of ice cream sandwiches. Sometimes it's fun to call them "sammitches" or "sangwiches". Remove a few of them from the box and be sure to discard the outer wrapping on each. Toss as many as will fit into...
...a blender. Next add...
Some Baileys Irish Cream. Now, you don't have to buy the Bailey's that comes with two glasses like in the picture, but fuck, if it's the same price as a bottle of Baileys without glasses, you might as well get the glasses. You can never have enough glasses. Unless, of course, you're really cramped for space. Then fuck the glasses. It's up to you.
Charlie McCarthy
Lamont from "Sanford & Son".
That's it!? That's all we get?
I realize most of you don't know what the fuck this is, but perhaps you can at least appreciate my awesome photoshop ability.
I hate it when things stick or get stuck. It never seems to be a good experience. Think about it:
