My life is basically a never-ending episode of “I Love the ’90s.” Even so, I have never been a fan of Hanson. Still, I am mighty impressed that they have taken the Song That Must Not Be Named, and parlayed it into a beverage company. The company’s been around since 2011, but this week, they hit Hollywood — their MMMhops brew was served at the “Hangover 3″ premiere. Ed Helms drank the stuff! With Taylor Hanson. (He was always the cute one).
Check out the new Pale Ale bottle after the jump — and just try not to get that song stuk in your head. [Twitter] Keep reading »
Bloody Mary garnishes used to be pretty basic: a celery stick, olives, maybe a cocktail shrimp or two. Then came bacon strips and mini cheeseburgers. And now, well, look at this bloody monster, served up by O’Davey’s Irish Pub in Fond du Lac, Wisconsin. It’s topped with a slightly precarious looking tower of garnishes including popcorn, bacon, peanuts, beans, sausage, a soft pretzel, nachos, cheesburger sliders, a hot dog, pickles, crackers, cheese curd, and a Brewers flag. If this doesn’t cure your hangover (and give you a different kind of stomach ache), nothing will. [Neatorama]
Why, Chris O’Dowd, why? The “Bridesmaids” actor and his wife Dawn O’Porter, a writer/documentarian, are hands-down my favorite celebrity couple. Which is why I was bummed to see O’Dowd tweet what basically reads like a date rape joke. “Drop the hand” is Irish slang for fingering or groping someone, which means he tweeted that he was going to “sneak” amaretto in her food on date night so he could finger her.
First of all, that’s a dumb joke. It doesn’t make sense. Who puts amaretto in food? Second of all, even though it was a joke (these two tweet all the time about both sex and getting drunk, which is why I like them), cracks about sneaking liquor into someone so you can get sex out of them are date rapey and not cool. It’s not “naughty” or “mischievous”; it’s gross. [Twitter.com/BigBoyler]
A couple years ago my brother showed me a picture of an Asian giant hornet, and I thought he had Photoshopped it for the sole purpose of ruining my life, because if I was in one of those horror movies where a psychotic sadist made all my biggest fears come true, the grand finale would just be putting me in a room with a really big bee. So I was horrified this morning when I came across a story about a Japanese vodka that’s made out of fermented giant hornets. Seriously: you drown a bunch of hornets in vodka and let the resulting stew ferment for three years. That’s the recipe. Apparently the drink smells like rotting flesh and has a “salty aftertaste that comes from the wasp’s poison.” I need a drink–made with non-hornet vodka–to recover from this story. [Oddity Central]
Hey, bro, want to know what we should do this drunk girl passed out of the couch? Here are some crazy ideas. [UpWorthy]
I came across this gorgeous little flask while browsing Pinterest the other night, and like many Pinterest postings, it instantly made me feel like my life was meaningless and empty without it. How have I gone this long without owning a chic stainless steel flask with a cheeky engraving on it? What is wrong with me? Must remedy this immediately. Salut! [$28, BHLDN]