This might be an indicator of how bad he needs the dope. Ashley Olsen and Lance Armstrong were spotted at the Rose Bar in New York Monday night. The two seemed to be really enjoying each other’s company, according to Page Six: Our bar spy said, “They came together with a group of friends. Ashley Read the full article…

. . . to Jerry Thomas, “the Jupiter Olympus of the bar,” according to “The Bartender Who Started It All”, a story in today’s New York Times. The tale’s jumping-off point is “Imbibe!” (Perigee Books, $23.95), a biography-slash-recipe book by David Wondrich, the drink correspondent for Esquire. Wondrich follows Thomas’s perigrinations from Sackets Harbor, N.Y., Read the full article…

19 year old steals truck, goes on bender. Refueling’s a bitch. he ran off, losing his shoes, and was later found under some bushes behind his home. at that time he blew a .165. sucker.

I must take exception to Big Jonny’s description of my hometown in the vile post below. “Graveyard with lights,” indeed. The actual phrase, as employed in the late Seventies by Rusty Mitchell, former food editor for the Gazette Telegraph, is “cemetery with lights,” although she occasionally used the slightly less pejorative “suburb without a city.” Read the full article…

It’s about the beer. All about the beer. At €15, or about $20.50, per case of 20 bottles, Welde is one of the most expensive beers in Germany, on a par with Becks. Günther Kollmar, owner of the competing Oettinger brewery in central Germany, fairly chokes on his Pilsener at the thought of the high Read the full article…

Here is one reason why: [snip:] According to a recent EU study, carried out by the European Foundation for the Improvement of Living and Working Conditions, he is the rule. Swedish workers topped the European vacation rankings, entitled to an average of 33 paid vacations days in 2006 – close to 7 weeks, not counting Read the full article…

Greetings, Rapscallions. I’d like to present for the readers, my latest tale. It’s miserably brisk, and painfully uncomplicated. I’ll put it to you like this: Brooklyn sucks. Durham is Rad. Not to ruin the ending, but the Scallywag gets nicked. I need a beer. Chapter 1 The Middle The End The Moral Thanks. Go Bike Read the full article…

Comes the news from The Old Gray Lady that some of NASA’s space cowboys have gone from the right stuff to the good stuff, which is to say that they’ve been getting good and hammered before slipping the surly bonds of Earth. Are you shittin’ me? You want me to sit on top of a Read the full article…

Well, there’s a point in every dog owner’s life where the inevitable happens. Your buddy, compadre, fearless and ever-loyal companion cashes in the big check, and goes on up to the stinky junkyard in the sky. For our clumsy-yet-ever-compassionate leader of men and eater of steak, that day is today. Loyal readers, I ask tonight Read the full article…

So after a weekend of running our first ever mountain bike festival into the history books and pouring a week’s worth of Deschutes Brewing’s production down my neck I felt pretty good about the world. Then this morning I returned to work and began the day with my usual “Coffee and Scandal” fifteen minutes on Read the full article…

The last time I organized something, I said never again. Ever. That was four months ago. About the same amount of time it takes me to forget that i swore to myself i would never again drink myself into oblivion. Friday all of this is going to come back around and you can be sure Read the full article…

A friend taught me a long time ago that one of many interesting ways to meet new people when going to new towns is to have a nice, blistery shiner. A maxillary orbital sunset, as it is. What stranger isn’t going to weep compassionately for the poor dipshit with a black eye? What retired bar Read the full article…