Do they have leprechauns in Scotland? This is clearly the leprechaun entrance to the old Snooty Pig, but when we titled this post we couldn’t help but imagine Billy Connolly saying it. “Aand a Weee Doar.” The man makes us happy, what can we say? Email us if you want to offer your opinion …
One of our more troubling duties these days is to drive alllll the way to the beer store, purchase fine brews (from a good-hearted old gentleman), drive allllll the way home, find the damn bottle opener and clean-ish glasses, sit down on the deck (in the light sprinkle of a summer shower) and drink …
One of our more troubling duties these days is to drive alllll the way to the beer store, purchase fine brews (from a good-hearted old gentleman), drive allllll the way home, find the damn bottle opener and clean-ish glasses, sit down on the deck (in the light sprinkle of a summer shower) and drink …
Here we go, when you absolutely, positively, gotta tear down every 2X4 in the room! Accept no substitutes. Source: Old H+F Blog
Here we go, when you absolutely, positively, gotta tear down every 2X4 in the room! Accept no substitutes. Source: Old H+F Blog
“…but only for those with true grit. And we are chock full of that.” – Hunter S. Thompson Source: Old H+F Blog
“…but only for those with true grit. And we are chock full of that.” – Hunter S. Thompson Source: Old H+F Blog
A noble beast gave his life for these 13 strips of god, damn, perfection. And where might one purchase such porcine transcendence? Some amazing bacon to call their very own? If only there were a clue… Perchance, a photographic image on the vast plain we call the Internet? A needle in a ball of …
A noble beast gave his life for these 13 strips of god, damn, perfection. And where might one purchase such porcine transcendence? Some amazing bacon to call their very own? If only there were a clue… Perchance, a photographic image on the vast plain we call the Internet? A needle in a ball of …
OK maybe not the complete “after-pic.” This is our “just-barely-subsequential-pic.” But whatever. That floor smelled kinda good actually. Maybe we have fallen asleep in too many dive bars, but there is something sorta comforting about the smell of years-old beer, damp and musty, rich in history and wholesome depravity. Source: Old H+F Blog
