Adaptive Curmudgeon

Bad Ass Level = Ultimate

Since I’ve set up this new hosting site I ought to christen it with something deep and thoughtful… Nah!

Instead I present this ridiculous story from the land of Vodka: Dead Pole went from morgue back to pub. I’d pay good money to have a chat with this fella’. (Then again he’s 25 and drinking Vodka… weren’t we all immortal under those conditions?)

Hat Tip to Knuckledraggin My Life Away.

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