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my friend gave me a bottle of bacon infused vodka..... i think he wants me to commit suicide
D'you put a piece of cooked bacon in a bottle of vodka for a few days or what? Tasty, fo' realz? My BF LOVES bacon AND vodka, LOL.
I believe there is some available at stores called Bakon. Apparently this is how you do it at home.
Preparation: 1. Cook the bacon in the oven until it is crispy on the outsides but still chewy in the center. 2. Place cooked bacon in a large glass jar (that can be sealed air-tight) with one 750 ml bottle of liquor and allow it to infuse for 24-36 hours (no more than 72 hours) at room temperature. 3. Remove the bacon and then place the jar in the freezer until the bacon fat solidifies at the top. 4. Using a cheese cloth or paper coffee filter, strain the fat from the liquor. 5. Repeat the freezer step if needed and strain again. 6. Refrigerate until ready for use.
AG, I was going to try this bacon vodka concept but after watching you go from zero to addict, I am now afraid. Bacon Vodka rehab at this point would interfere with my roo prep
fsrt off, i am quote drunk so please excuse my typos. i was just at the comedy central awrds and must i say , it was quite the time, jon stewart, chris rock, louis CK WINNING ALL THE AWARDS! oh and the reason for this post... OPEN BAR. estoy drunko, peace!
Alright.... Rambling time.. Currently at home after party my mom and dad just threw to celebrate them remodeling their kitchen and poop. They invited a ton of random people including this one really hot older female. Who happens to be the nurse that gives my father a certain shot every once a month to help him with a problem with his lungs. Anyway, said female nurse, who is mad hot by the way, is consitently talking tome all night and trying to sell me her daughter. She honestly went on facebook to show me pictures of her daughter. Anyway this mom was way hotter than her daughter.... end of story
Sitting by a roaring bonfire, listening to MMJ, surrounded by several dear Inforoosters (who are as not-sober as i am!) while looking up at a starry sky...this is pretty blissful. But damnit I need a refill. And the front of my face is hot but the back is iciclish. Is that even a word? Probably not. Ohdearlord this is starting to look like a Lono ramble!!!!!! hahaa
You and Lono both always have pretty interesting things to say, whenever you post.
You, Holls, typically are waaaaaay more precise at the spelling, punctuation, and syntax. That's cool, because it's easier to follow. Grammatical grammaticness is but a small part of your charm .
But it's also always a crazy thrill-ride to try to follow Lono's "streams of consciousness".
I believe that We Are Augustines is gonna be one of the blow-up shows this year (thanks, Holls)
It's also possible that fire will be the Slap-Chop of Roo (thanks, Lono) ???
AG, I was going to try this bacon vodka concept but after watching you go from zero to addict, I am now afraid. Bacon Vodka rehab at this point would interfere with my roo prep
I was already close to addict lol. But that same buddy got me into sipping whiskey for a moment. Then he gave me that and told me to make a bloody Mary. I'm gonna attempt to bring some to roo. I'll need my bacon marys in the mornings hahaha
Post by monkybunney on May 4, 2012 16:01:02 GMT -5
I wrestled with myself whether to post this in the GRRRRRRR thread or this The Drunken Rambling Thread. The thrust of my tale is allot of GRRRRRR but I'm pretty drunk now while typing this and I'm continuing to blast away the last vestiges of sobriety. And I've only just begun. By the end of this it will probably be an unreadable mess of half formed sentences and incomprehensible spelling.
Strange and potentially criminal things have been going on at work recently. It seems an investor gave us 3 million $$'s earlier this year, January, with an understanding that they would then control 51% of the company but the power structure would remain. The chain of command we were used to would be uninterrupted. Business as usual just better backing. The only caveat was that the CEO would need to periodically report to the investor's on site man, who looked after our investors best interests, what was being done with that money.
The money was to be used to build infrastructure within the company. Update the phones, hire new employees, buy new servers. poop like that.
Great...now the quacking fire alarm is going off in my loft....My job imploded, MCA is Dead, and now my building is on fire.,...fuck..what's next..........THIS IS A TRUE STORY and now I'm drunk...fan-fucking-tastic.
SO anyway the money was suppose to be used to build infrastructure and our long time CEO and founder of our company was suppose to provide regular reports to this investor about how their cash was being used. But he kept blowing off the guy who was suppose to be looking after the investors best interests. Coming up with excuse after excuse as to why he woulnd't be able to go over the books with the guy until finally this dude had to tell his boss something.
I imagine he said something like "Hey boss! Yeah this guy who took $3 million of your money...uh..he's pretty much refused to show me the books or the bank account to show how he's using it...sooo. Yeah I can't really tell you what's going on, but he just keeps repeating 'everything is just fine, Just fine. Let's do lunch tomorrow and we'll go over the numbers.'....But he's on some kind of weird diet and doesn't eat lunch"
So she flies down from her ivory tower in her gilded gold leafed Learjet to take a look at the books. After all she has every right to. Our CEO, our fearless leader, in his devil's bargain gave her 51% interest in the company.
She looks at the books, "You spent $40k on the phones, and hired 3 new employees at 36k per year wages. Rent for the building is $40k per month, added expenses like fiber internet and existing employees salary, etc. that comes out to around at the most $300k...so lets look at the bank account shall we?" She opens the bank account and sees less then $400k left.
..."Sweety" She says. "According to my math and what's on your books there is $2,300,000 unaccounted for."
"Well." Says our fearless leader, "The phones were pretty expensive and I might have forgotten invoice all of their expenses." He half smiles at her as he says "Those we're some pretty wild times when we joined together! But everything will be just fine, just.."
She stops him mid platitude "What the FUCK. Did you do with my money."
Our fearless leader doesn't break for a moment and starts to respond, "Now hold on...I can account for"
But she breaks him off, "Where THE...FUCK...IS...MY...MONEY?"
I'm upper management. I manage managers. I look after them and their teams. I'm one step below the executive circle, and I like it there. It's a lazy position because I'm still down in the line of fire but safer than the front line. I might get grazed by an irate customer with a legitimate gripe but the majority of their damage will be absorbed by someone working below me on the chain of command. That's pretty fucked up when you think about it, so I don't.
This shit went down near the end of March. At which point the funding for my company vanished oddly enough. The result was that we weren't able to make payroll April 1st. I'd saved some money so that wasn't a big deal to me. I'd rather the people who earn less then me, yet have the same expenses, get paid first. Then April 15th rolled around and we still couldn't meet payroll (the April 1 payroll had yet to be fully paid). I asked for a small fraction of my salary to keep me afloat. Again I was thinking about those people who worked below my pay grade. I wanted to make sure they got paid something in order to keep up moral. Once moral is destroyed customer service is soon to follow. From that point no you are Comcast Cable without the monopoly and you will fail.
I had begun to take voluntary furlough days about 2 weeks ago. I'm in survival mode. My bank account is down to less than $5. I have just over 1/2 tank of gas. My groceries have dwindled to rice, beans, cheese and some coffee. You're fucking damn right I can survive on that!! Fuck you I've done worse and then some!
SO yesterday I called work and asked if there was any money to be had. I was told that we'd have a check come in today that would allow them to pay us at least a portion of what we're owed. Thank the lord because I'm on the Bonnaroo payment plan! Oh and my bank account is at $.07, and my car insurance is gonna cancel if I don't pay it by 05/11, and rent is due today as well.
This morning around 7:37 AM I got several phone calls from team members whose team leaders I supervise telling me that there is a closed sign on the door and the locks have been changed. Game over.
I've decided to do the only responsible thing and get drunk. It's an old tradition of mine I started after the first time I got layed off from a job. It was 2 or so o clock when Istarted this screed, now it's like 7:30. I have two new pairs of drum sticks I didn't break at the last show that I am really thankfull for. I'll be using them shortly. My neighbors are gone as well and for that I am also thankfull. In my present state of mind things are apt to get unpleasent and I don't want to scare these people. I'm new here.
EDIT: I think im gonna throw up....MY HANDS IN THE AIR!
Getting drunk in my hotel room. Kinda want to get into a long string of Song Title game posts.
Well, whattya know? That's my favorite game and you're my favorite player! I'm also half-lit on Beale Street, so it should be pretty funny! Let's do this!!!