Merry Christmas to me

As you know, I try to keep it bike around here. Which pretty much means I haven’t been posting all that often, as I haven’t been doing much in the way of bike. Go figure. Life is a circle, and so is my logic.

So, anyway, I’m cleaning out the car today after dropping the kids off at school…

Now just what do you suppose that is?

Now just what do you suppose that is?

Reach in there and give that baby a pull…

Boom!

Boom!

Holy shit. I’ve got a bottle of Knob Creek in the car. Where did that come from?

Update: I sent those photos out to a few folks via text message earlier today. My wife replied, “I forgot. I put that there so it wouldn’t break on the way back from Sedona.” That would have been on Sunday, December 19th. Wow. That bottle has been there for two and a half weeks!

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About big jonny

The man, the legend. The guy who started it all back in the Year of Our Lord Beer, 2000, with a couple of pages worth of idiotic ranting hardcoded on some random porn site that would host anything you uploaded, a book called HTML for Dummies (which was completely appropriate), a bad attitude (which hasn’t much changed), and a Dell desktop running Win95 with 64 mgs of ram and a six gig hard drive. Those were the days. Then he went to law school. Go figure. Flagstaff, Arizona, USA

28 thoughts on “Merry Christmas to me

  1. I don’t know what (if any) god you pray to, but you better get on your fucking knees right now & get busy!

    Wait, that didn’t come out right. Fuck it. Just fill a glass & have at it.

    Maybe you should clean your car out more often.

  2. Two and a half weeks???!!! That’s a LIFETIME!!!

    Here lies the body of Mary Lee
    died at the age of 103
    for 15 years she kept her virginity
    not a bad record for this vicinity

  3. Most excellent.

    Thanks for the stickers, by the way. They’re going on the bike as soon as it’s clean (good motivation to get done what needs to be done).

  4. that equates to the 50 bucks i found in my pants pocket 2 days ago, pants i hadnt worn since october. nice surprise.

  5. Oh great.

    Now you’re blaming wifey for putting it there ?

    Tis a sad day on DC.

    I have a tear in my eye…

  6. My dad always kept a “traveler” in the car. He was pretty hardcore— his signature cocktail was a pint glass filled with ice cubes and topped to the brim with gin. I usually had trouble finishing the first one.

  7. Two and a half weeks, eh. Thar be folks here who wouldn’t let booze age two and a half minutes from the moment of purchase.

  8. If the man says Mrs. Jonny put it there, that’s good enough for me.

    And mikey-Pint glass WITH ice? Lightweight…

  9. Drinking Budvsar, (Czech beer), as we speak, ( wonderful beer).

    I have not drunk spirits in 3 decades & I’m okay with that.

    Take care out there.

  10. ?I rode Comfortably Numb in Whistler last year and got back to my car, five hours after starting, to find a long lost unopened tube of Pringles in the trunk. My bet is the whiskey will last longer than the Pringles did.

  11. You know what? “Bourbon” comes from the French royal family’s name. The county of Bourbon (Kentuky) that produces your whiskey, was named in honor of King Louis XVI of France, allied to the American colonists against the British in their struggle for independence. The french “bourbonnais” regiment contributed to the decisive battle of Yorktown (1781). A statue of Louis XVI still throne in Louisville.
    In theses times, there were some french ballers … Now, we have Sarkozy …

  12. We drank Scotch on New Year’s. When we ran out of Scotch, we drank Bourbon. When we ran out of Bourbon, we drank beer. When we ran out of beer, we smoked cigars. When we ran out of cigars, it was time to go home.