Joelle said in the late morning on July 2, 2007
I miss being able to design blogs for personal bloggers more often. We tend to get caught up in long-term projects and are unavailable. Once our schedules open up, we fill up so quickly, I know that some bloggers feel gypped. Well, no more! I’ve just put up some really snazzy pre-designed (or Pre-Fab, as we call them) templates for your purchase. There’s a variety to choose from at reasonable prices, especially for those who don’t wish to wait for us to have an opening. These were all designed by yours truly.
These templates include the HTML template, CSS (including styles for comments), customized title/tagline and up to 5 customized sidebar title graphics (or the default of about, categories, links, archives and blogroll). The credit must remain active in the template, but other than that, the design is yours to keep. It will never been resold and once it’s been purchased — that’s it! It’s gone forever. (If more than one purchase for the same template is processed, I will accept only the first payment and refund the rest immediately, then mark it as sold and remove the Buy Now button.)
So, get while the gettin’ good. 
Thus endeth my Moxie Girls PSA for the week.
Joelle said around mid-afternoon
Anyone who has read my blog for a long time (and that reminds me, I should really get my archives back up) can tell you that I run into the weirdest people. Not just the weirdest people, but the strangest situations, too. Back in the day, I had a few sourpusses try to say I made it all up and while I am quite descriptive with my writing, anyone who’s ever met me can tell you: this stuff really happens.
Just now, after running to the bank and stopping for some mandarin chicken, I decided to wind down through the backstreets of Mission Hills toward my apartment instead of taking the busier, but more direct route. The homes up here are fairly upscale, albeit older, and the view is nothing short of spectacular. I like that the homes here are unique, not cookie-cutter tract houses and the streets are wide and quiet, like residential neighorhood streets should be. And the gardens some of these people have would blow your mind. I like that I can wave to the neighbors or smile and they’ll smile back. It’s all very neighborly.
Especially today. Today, as I drove down one of my favorite stretches of street, I saw a flatbed parked in front of a house on the left loaded up with giant deer. I mean loaded. up. I slowed down because I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Giant fiberglass deer — like lawn jockeys with ‘roid rage. Giant. Deer. I swear, their asses were as big as my windshield.
So anyway, I raise an eyebrow at that and keep driving. As I near the end of the block where I turn to get to my apartment, I see a young, quasi-muscular guy from the back, carrying a giant buffalo under one arm. Not as big as the deer, but definitely bigger than your average lawn ornament. I can’t help but slow down, turn and look as I went around the corner and I swear to you… I swear to you by all that’s decent and holy, that he dropped the buffalo, threw a leg over it and made the ever-popular two-fingered crotch-lick gesture, followed by a kiss-kiss face.
And here, at almost 34, I thought I was losing my touch.
Joelle said at some point on July 3, 2007
Joelle said in the early morning on July 5, 2007
To be honest, I’m not hungover in the slightest. I only had half a beer, but I bet all the people on my block that I saw cruising the streets at fireworks time last night with red plastic tumblers sure are. I was going to post one of my pitiful attempts at fireworks photos, but really, I can’t hold a roman candle to these by ktpupp. Absolutely stunning. I wish I had read more about exposure… I’ve got this ISO thing down, but while that seems great in some cases, it sucks in true dark because it makes everything grainy. I’ll figure it all out eventually… by the time I have to buy the camera. Heh.
Last night, I grilled turkey burgers at The Bar (read: my front yard) and watched the fireworks up on the terrace at GFI’s (my upstairs neighbor and friend, for those playing along at home). I have to tell you, these were, by far, the best turkey burgers I’ve ever made. You know how turkey burgers can get really dry? These were so delicious, I’m excited that I have one left in the fridge today. Here’s a quick run-down of the ingredients:
- Roughly 1 pound of extra lean ground turkey (to feed 4 people)
- Palm-full of grill seasoning
- 1 big tablespoon of light sour cream
- 3 strips of crisp cooked bacon (chopped)
- 4 scallions (diced)
- 1 tablespoon of spicy brown mustard
- Several good shakes of Worcestershire sauce
- 1/2 cup shredded cheddar cheese
- 1 1/2 teaspoons of fresh minced garlic
- Salt and fresh cracked pepper (I just went for a couple good turns on the salt and pepper mills)
Moosh it all together with your clean hands and stick it in the fridge for an hour or more. I covered it in plastic wrap right against the meat, then put that in a tupperware, so it kept the moisture it and allowed the flavors to really get into the turkey.
When you pull it out, score it into 4 servings with your hand (a trick I learned from Rachel Ray), make your patties, then stick your thumb in the middle of each one to keep the burgers from bulging in the middle. This way, your burger stays flat and doesn’t get round, like burgers tend to do. (Another tip I learned from Rachel Ray.)
I dragged my electric Cuisinart Griddler out to the porch and after it got super hot, I threw the burgers on to a very satisfying sizzle and smoke result. About 8 to 10 minutes later, I had some hot, hot, perfectly moist, not overdone turkey burgers. They were topped with a thin slice of swiss cheese, lettuce and tomato and devoured by all in under 15 minutes.
GFI made an incredible salsa, too. I was in cilantro and onion heaven. In swear, I felt like I woke up smelling like an onion — I took a shower first thing! Ooo… I think it’s time for salsa and eggs…
I hope everyone had a safe and happy July 4th. Now get your hungover bums back to work! 
Joelle said around mid-morning on July 9, 2007
This weekend flew by in a whirlwind. I was up until the wee hours on Friday night, hell bent on delivering my mock-ups on time and when the client said she loved them, I had no choice but to blow off working this weekend and indulge in a little home renovation.
I’ve lived in this apartment since May but hadn’t really done much with it. I was recovering financially from my move and my trip to London, plus Kathy and I had that whole book thing to worry about. I merely went out to pick up some candles at World Market and the next thing I know, I’m on a wild shopping extravaganza with GFI. World Market, IKEA, back to World Market, Target… it was a spending frenzy, I tell you. But, miraculously, I didn’t spend very much! Everything was either IKEA-cheap or on sale, so I think I did a spectacular job. Among my haul: a new papasan chair and cushion, a new desk, 2 new rugs, a huge palm tree, 2 lamps for the kitchen, 2 lampshades for the living room, a new comforter for the bedroom (so I can finally use the cute duvet set that Taughnee got me forever ago), various candles, um… I feel like I’m missing something. Oh, a new set of curtains and… Oh! A huge pot that my palm tree lives in. It was craziness, but I spent next to nothing, believe it or not.
I can’t decide what my favorite part is. I love my new desk, which is just so awesome, I had to have it. (Highlight: it hides all that cord and plug nonsense that annoys me so much.) But I also really love my living room. It’s gone from feeling really cluttered and kind of “college-y” to being very homey and inviting. I feel very relaxed there and it’s nice to have a distinction between my office and my living room.
It feels like a completely different apartment now. I felt like I was jumping out of my skin before — when you spend all day every day in a place, it needs to feel like a sanctuary, not a cell and when you have a view like I have, it’s hard not to want to run outside and play. (Yeah, yeah, bitch, bitch… hee!) So, I think I’ve created a happy balance.
The next project is my bedroom. I used to have a big blue rug in the living room, but that’s part of what was making the living room seem to cluttered. The rug just didn’t fit — it was too big and not quite the right color. I kept trying to force this giant blue rug to work and it wasn’t, so I moved it into my bedroom at GFI’s suggestion and it looks awesome, especially with my blue sheets.
Finally, I just need to finish my kitchen and bathroom. My dining area desperately needs a table, but the one I wanted at IKEA is gone now (it’s a bold red-orange glasstop round table) that I thought would be fabulous in there. I’m holding out for the new catalog, hoping it will make a reappearance. If it doesn’t, I may just find a second-hand table and paint it. I’ll need another rug for under that so it’s not so chilly on the tile, but I did pick up this snazzy rug for the kitchen floor, though. (Which got ruined when the plumber came on Saturday night and roto-rooted or whatever and, to my dismay, got black grease water all over it. World Market was kind of enough to exchange it for me. They rule!)
I am selling my “old” desk from IKEA, a Galant birch veneer corner desk that’s 63” x 47” and in great condition. If you’re in the area and interested, it’s dismantled and ready for pick-up. You can see my ad on Craigslist here.
GFI introduced me to a Thai food place down the street called Saffron and I am now in love with it. I had this incredible egg noodle dish with seared garlic, chicken and broccoli with this thin jalapeno ‘water’ that you drizzled all over called Pad-See-Ewe. Oh, holy holy… it was so good. I may have to revisit them today. I thought I wasn’t into Thai food very much and clearly, I was wrong.
I have nothing snappy with which to close this entry, so I’ll just say this: May your Monday not suck and your mailman deliver you nothing but checks. That’s the best I’ve got today.
Joelle said at some point on July 10, 2007 while listening to KSDS Jazz 88.3
I was watching a commercial the other night for paper towels. “New, Improved Clean-up Technology!” a voice boomed as I was taken IMAX-style through the inner-weave of the “most advanced paper towel ever created”.
Seriously? I find it mind-boggling that we have engineers, scientists and such devoting arduous hours developing the most effective paper towel known to mankind. What about… oh, I don’t know… cancer? I mean, really… Why bother investing the almighty dollar in something life-saving when you could carry an anvil in one wet sheet of scientifically-engineered paper towel? Then, of course, rinse and reuse it! Will wonders never cease?!
They’ll spend time creating maxi-pads with dri-weave wings, tampons with fancy braided strings, highfalutin paper towels, anti-bacterial everything — heaven forbid someone’s kid touch a garden-variety germ and develop an immunity or something. My god! The horror of the common cold! — they’ll give us all those things, but spending Big Pharm’s dollar on curing actual diseases… we couldn’t have that.
Really, how much can you do with a paper towel? It’s a paper towel. It’s job is menial and expendable. I’m not dedicated — I’ll buy whatever’s on sale. I’m just going to spill something and rub it on the floor anyway. Does it need to be developed by NASA to get the wine off my tile? As far as I’m concerned it just needs to be wet and available.
Heh. I almost went back and deleted that last line because I really wasn’t going for that, but I just can’t bring myself to do so. I’m easily amused. On that note…
Joelle said at some point on July 12, 2007
I think I need to take a photography class. I am beginning to feel frustrated with my new camera, though it’s not the camera’s fault — it’s mine. I’m sure that will send up a resounding gasp and a bunch of “god, she gets a camera for free and she has the nerve to bitch about it?!"-type responses, but I was asked to be straightforward with my experiences, so that’s what I’m doing. I’m not ungrateful, I’m honest.
So far, I’m pretty amazed by this camera. It takes gorgeous photos overall, but I find it limiting in many ways — mostly because I don’t know how to use all the features and am not patient enough to figure it out. The booklet seems daunting and I’m more of a hands-on learner. There are so many incredible photographs taken with D80’s and even within the Picture This project pool. I want to be able to do that! Hence, I think I should take a class.
I feel a little hindered by the sheer size of the camera. I’m just not accustomed to it yet. I love how it looks and how the shutter sound makes me feel like I’m doing something important. But, with my point and click Sony camera, I was able to snap something at a moment’s notice. I could just whip it out and get the shot. Now I feel as though if I want to take a photo of anything, I have to make sure I’ve got the lens cap off, I’ve got it on the right setting, I assess the light, adjust, focus more (if it doesn’t auto-focus for whatever reason) and then try to get the shot. Usually whatever it is I was trying to take a photo of is either long gone by then or it comes out blurry because all the settings are starting to feel the same to me now. I’m having trouble figuring out the subtle nuances of each setting. I thought I had them down, but sometimes they feel so similar, I can’t tell what I’m doing wrong.
This is the part where avid photographers tell me to get a tripod. And I want one, I do. Of course, as Kathy pointed out this morning, “You don’t want to carry about your camera, but you’re going to schlep a tripod now, too?” But that’s not it at all. I DO want to carry my camera and would schlep a tripod! I just think I would feel more inclined to do so if I wasn’t worried every second of something happening to it (since it’s not technically mine) and/or I felt like the shots I took were worth all the effort.
I’m having some amateur photography ennui right now, can you tell? I want a new creative outlet and think I have an eye for this, but when you fill up a 1 GB flashcard and only one decent photo comes out of it, it’s a bit discouraging. Maybe it’s just how photography works. Or, maybe that’s just how discovering a new hobby works. It’s been a long time since I really tried anything to the point of wanting to invest the time to become good at it. Whatever it is, a class certainly couldn’t hurt.
Peter said, “Less flowers, more people!” Yeah, well, flowers don’t move, buddy. Call me in a month when I know my aperture from my ass and then we’ll talk portraits.
It’s GFI’s birthday this weekend, so we decided to go out last night to this new supper club / jazz venue downtown called Anthology. They’ve only been open a month, but they have some pretty good acts coming through there, which usually require tickets anywhere from $15-$80 a pop, depending on the act and where you’re seated in the 3-tiered dining venue. As much as the words “dinner theater” tend to evoke images of Tony & Tina’s Wedding, the set-up in there is primarily dining, with a bar and small cocktail lounge area to the front of the building. Also, the dining is a separate cost from the tickets, so be prepared for that if you decide to go.
Last night it was the house band playing, so there was no cover. We got dolled up, had a glass of wine at home first then took a cab down to Anthology. As soon as we walked in, we knew we were in love with it. The inside is just gorgeous and the music was great. The house band was really solid and the female vocalist (whose name I can’t recall) had a smoky, soothing voice. They played some of my favorites and from our seat in the lounge, we had a perfectly clear view of the stage. There were also plasma TVs all over the place so you wouldn’t miss a thing. During the breaks, they would play vintage jazz performances on the screens, too. So awesome.
GFI and I decided to live on the edge last night, so we ordered a couple high-end appetizers just for kicks. We got Ahi tuna tartare with peddlefish caviar and a small potato “tot” thing. (Like a tater tot, but the potatoes inside were whipped, like a bite-sized twice-baked potato.) It was a true amuse-bouche, as we had almost exactly 2 bites and it was gone. Same for our second appetizer, which was a blue cheese quiche served with a cherry balsamic reduction, crumbled walnuts and a bit of pesto. Again, about 3 bites… but so worth it. Delicious. I’m just a pseudo-foodie, but the real gourmands would really dig the dishes here, I think.
Then came the cocktails: what was supposed to be just one glass of wine turned into 3 martinis, but hey, what can you do? We were celebrating! I had something called a Kind of Blue, which was Stoli Bluberi, fresh lemon, fresh blueberries, a blast of soda and a bit of simple syrup served on the rocks in a collins glass. I can’t wait to make that one at home. GFI had a Black and Blue Gimlet, which was gin, blackberries and blueberries muddled with a simple sugar and something else I can’t remember. It was a deep pink and really yummy. The next round, I decided to stick with vodka and had a simple Cosmopolitan. I rarely order those because bartenders tend to go heavy on the cranberry and I like my Cosmo’s really, really pale. This one was a bit dark, but it was really smooth and I suspect they have some secret ingredient. GFI had a momentary lapse of reason and ordered a Manhattan. That conversation went a little like this:
GFI: Ooo… I want a Manhattan! I’ve never had one before!
Me: *eyeing her* Dude, are you sure? Do you drink whiskey or bourbon much?
GFI: Oh sure! I was a tomboy. I used to drink whiskey sours. I can take it!! (she says, as she bangs her chest like Celine Dion)
Me: I see, so tonight you’re going to really grow a pair and have a Manhattan. Okaaaaay…
GFI: Well, they did it on Sex and the City!
I laugh only because I avoid “brown liquor” quite often. It has hangover written all over it, but GFI wanted a Manhattan and by god she was going to have one. I really wanted to see how she liked it. So, our drinks arrive and we toast. The next thing I hear is…
GFI: Damn! Now that’s some HOOCH!
I nearly fell off my very fancy barstool I laughed so hard. Hooch. And you know, she was right. I don’t care how elegantly you want to serve Jack Daniel’s, it’s hooch. There’s something about the smell that says “I should be drinking this out of a barrel”. Anyway, she asked me to take a sip to prove that it was, indeed, hooch. The smell alone was giving me flashbacks of nights in my mid-twenties spent on my bathroom floor thanks to Southern Comfort (there’s nothing comfortable about Southern Comfort — they lie.). But, I took the tiniest sip and declared that it would put hair on her chest, to which she replied, “No!! On my nads!”
Now, when a beautiful, exotic woman like GFI in her little Audrey Hepburn dress declares “No! On my nads!” with the more excited tone ever, it’s absolutely priceless. Assuming she meant the nads she grew earlier by ordering the Manhattan in the first place, and not pre-existing nads I was unaware of, it was damn funny. How many more times can I say nads?
Anyway, so we wrapped up the house band’s second set with a martini called After the Show, which was… uh… let’s see if I can remember… Oh! Stoli Vanil, Kahlua French Vanilla, Baileys, decaf espresso and a wee drizzle of chocolate inside the glass. I’m not one for dessert martinis or creamy drinks, but this was light and delicious. The perfect capper to our evening.
But wait! There’s more!
While out waiting for our cab to go home, GFI decides we’re going to Mr. A’s to have a glass of wine on the terrace so we can look out over the whole city. We’d both gone there as kids with our parents, so it was sort of nostalgic and really, the view from there any time of day, especially at night, is just breathtaking. We had the wine steward order us some fancy wine, which we sipped, took in the view and mocked the parade of Russian models strutting around with their bitchy mom who sounded like Donatella Versace.
Ahhh… good times. Anyway, if you’re ever in San Diego, you like tasty martinis and a really decent house band, go check out Anthology. Sara Gazarek will be there at the end of the month for two nights at reasonable ticket prices, if you’re interested.
Joelle said in the early morning on July 14, 2007
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Joelle said at some point on July 15, 2007
I’m sitting outside BevMo right now sipping coffee, waiting for it to open. Is it odd to sit in front of a liquor store on a Sunday morning?
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Joelle said at some point on July 17, 2007
So, a few weeks ago, I swung through the McD’s drive-thru for some ungodly reason and ordered a mushroom burger. I get it home and it’s raw inside. Annoying, yes, so I call up the joint and give them my beef, so to speak. Jennifer the Manager puts my name on a list to get a replacement for free the next time I come by. I rarely eat at McDonald’s (especially since the McBone incident), so it’s taken me this long to cash in on that. I was at the post office yesterday and with McD’s right there, I hit the drive-thru to get my freebie.
I told them at the speaker that my name was on a list, but they put me on hold to get someone else. A couple minutes later someone else comes to the speaker and I give my order again. Then I pulled forward to the second window where I’m greeted by an extremely snot-faced girl with her hair greased so tight into a ponytail she looked permanently surprised. She also sported that little curl of fringe in front like she hairsprayed it and then used the curling iron. Her lipstick was a lovely shade of frosted raw porkchop, lined in what could only be described as dried blood. And I kid you not, her name tag said “Quanshunta”.
“Mmmkay, that’ll be… uh.... $6.48,” she said, as though I just had just awakened her from a coma.
I replied, “Oh… I’m on Jennifer’s list? This sandwich is just a replacement...” Her blue airbrushed talons came jutting out the window, dangling the white McDonald’s sack and she said, “OK, fine. Here!” as though my dialogue is keeping her from dealing with pressing matters of State.
Visibly holding a five dollar bill in my hand, I quickly said, “In the confusion, I’d forgotten to say I’d like to add on a Diet Coke —” but before I could finish, she cuts me off.
“We’re out of that,” she said, without missing a beat.
“Oh, I see. Well, I’m willing to pay for it.... Wait, you’re out of Diet Coke?” I said, a bit confused. “Are you really out of soda or are you just saying that so you don’t have to turn 45 degrees, stick a cup under a spout and press a button?”
I haven’t seen an eyeroll that over the top since I was in junior high. “Whatever!” she sighed and waved her hand, dismissing me.
I pulled away, muttering not-fit-to-print obscenities about her virtue under my breath and decided that not only was I no longer hungry, I didn’t trust that burger one bit. Quanshunta had “I spit in your food” written all over her. It could have been perfectly fine, but I wasn’t willing to risk it.
I’ll make my own mushroom burger. It’s better anyway. Damn you, Quanshunta. *shakes fist*
Joelle said at some point on July 18, 2007
Does anyone actually use the phone book anymore? Like, the yellow pages? I can’t think of the last time I’ve used it or seen anyone use it. By now, it seems obsolete what with Google and that whole Internet and everything. It’s halfway through 2007. We’re almost finished with this decade and we’re still using the yellow pages? When I was a kid, I thought I’d be traveling in airlocks by now, not looking up Szechuan in the phone book.
I always loathe the day that the phone books come out because you know they will sit outside along with all your neighbors’ for a week while they sun fade and get all weathered. Eventually, you throw it away or someone uses it to re-balance their patio furniture or something. Would that money not be well-spent elsewhere? The amount of advertising that people pay to be put in the Yellow Pages could be used somewhere else, the amount of paper and trees they’re wasting by even printing them, the cost and the emissions of the gas used by all the delivery drivers that dump those piles of phone books on our doorsteps… it’s all a bit too much. I especially love that I don’t even have a land-line phone and I still get the local phone company yellow pages, along with about 3 others from competing companies. That’s effective.
Now I’m seeing commercials for the phone book. They’re clearly desperate to get people back to using the phone book. Why not give up the ghost and embrace technology? I suppose we have to account for the people who don’t have computers, but that’s what dialing 411 is for. If you’re that desperate to find a local shop that specializes in 3-D jigsaw puzzles, then call Information, suck up the quarter and don’t be a cheapskate. It’s still far less expensive than the cost of printing all those books.
Of course, we have to take into account those who can’t afford the quarter to call 411, but then they shouldn’t be shopping for 3-D jigsaw puzzles anyway.
Joelle said at some point on July 19, 2007
Robot Pants!
I decided after my photography pity party last week that I would go out and shoot anything I could to get more practice. I worked my way through Old Town and Seaport Village, snapping photos of just about anything. I did manage to come up with a few good shots. It made me feel better about the whole thing, all of your comments and talking to my friend Peter helped, too.
I also started experimenting more with post-processing techniques. I am still a bit gunshy from back in the day when I was harassed (to put it gently) for using Photoshop on my photos (There’s no way my meager processing skills could shed 50lbs off this ass — blending out blemishes and whitening teeth are more my speed.), so I find it amusing that post-processing is all the rage now. Anyway, I tried a few and found that it’s really fun! I’d love to try to learn some fancier stuff. Bitca is always doing something new and interesting, but I don’t know if I have the patience for setting up big production shots and all that. We’ll see…
But, I may be more inclined to now that I have my very own GorillaPod! Oh, juicy jumped-up christ in a sidecar, I love my GorillaPod. I was taking these shots of animal crackers last night hand-held and they kept coming out blurry or bleached out or otherwise crappy, but when I tried with my GorillaPod, it was so much easier. I can’t wait to take it out with me for shots. Yay, GorillaPod!
Kathy and I are being asked by our editor to submit a “fun” photo for our bio section since our “professional” (if you can call my long-arm “professional") headshot is already going on the back cover of the book. They wanted to use this one, which we have some reservations about, mostly because we look like top shelf dorks. So, since we can’t get together right now, we’re thinking of staging a kooky, yet cool shot and having some fun with our fancy cameras and Photoshop. Any suggestions? Keep it clean, kids… OK, well, keep it tidy, at least.
Joelle said at some point on July 21, 2007
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Joelle said around dinner time
GFI and I hit 7-11 tonight to pick up some beer for one of our evening dish sessions on the terrace. She picks up Skinny Dip, the summer brew by New Belgium, the makers of Fat Tire. Good stuff, fine fine. I, in a major momentary lapse of reason, bought a 6-pack of Miller Chill. Allow me to the be the first to say, “Joelle, what were you thinking?” Seriously.
My Default Beer is Stella Artois. It’s almost always in my fridge. When I go to pubs, I usually drink Guinness. I have no idea what possessed me to buy this beer. Limited selection, maybe… I don’t know. I don’t drink Miller of any variety, really, so I’m not sure why I thought this would be good. Both GFI and I were like, “Hm… maybe it’s good. Should we try it? We could try it… OK, what the hell?”
What the hell, indeed. Miller, this beer genuinely sucks. It sucks more than any other beer you have made. It’s tremendous, boundless, colossal, elephantine ass. I couldn’t even finish the bottle and GFI practically begged me to not leave it in her fridge. We stood there for a few minutes, trying to figure out a place I could unload it.
“Leave it for the landscaping guy?” GFI suggested.
I said, “I could leave it by the curb. You think? It’s gay pride weekend, surely someone will pick it up...”
GFI said, “Leave it by the dumpster and tie some chicken to it, maybe someone will take it...”
That was my favorite, by the way. Tie some chicken to it.
Miller, you know you’ve made some crap beer if you have to bribe someone to take it off your hands by tying hunks of chicken to it. Now c’mon… that’s just sad.
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