There it is. A nice label. Nothing spectacular, just a simple sticker, but inside, a straightforward, great wine. Introduced to me by Harold, who came for a visit during the winter (his bottle was a 2008). Cost? Under twenty bucks,…
Category: Harold
RNC News: John McCain’s convention speech, first draft
Ah, good ol’ Harold. You remember Harold, right? Sure you do. He’s still out there, doing what he does best: chasing skirt and consuming alcohol faster than an ethanol-converted Hummer. But he’s nothing if not timely. Into the RNC Headquarters…
Brasa Rotisserie
By Harold Did you miss me? Don’t answer that. I can see from the collective eye roll that you most definitely have. Yes, friends, like a two-foot turd after a painful bout of constipation, I’m back. Here once again to…
Hey, Kid… (Overheard in the Santa Land line.)
Reported by Harold Kid, let me fill you in something: this whole Santa thing is a bunch of BS. Think about it. How the hell is that fat man going to squeeze down a frickin’ chimney? Right. Flying reindeer? If…
An ode to culture
By Harold In addition to the toll it takes on one’s pocketbook, liver and rectum, the principal downside of being a first-rate boozehound, at least for those of us inclined to write about it, must be the persistent lack of…
Beer No. 26
By Harold Overconsumption. It’s not a real word. And even if it were, it’s not one you’d hear out of my mouth. It implies too much consumption, as if there were such a thing. Consumption, let me remind you, is…
For dessert, eye candy
As you might have noticed, The Bloated Belly staff slacked off for a bit. Like a good laxative, Harold returns us to regularity. — Lewis It’s Friday, the sun is shining, and our thoughts, naturally, turn to beer swilling and…
Letter from on high
[Well, being new to blogging, I had no idea how far reaching the World Wide Web is. I mean, I thought it was limited to this world. But that all changed when Harold checked his mailbox a short while ago,…
Safe from borers at Sahib’s
By Harold Mean, green, boring machine “I don’t mean to sound the alarm unnecessarily, but it strikes me that an invasion of GREEN ASS BORERS is something to gnaw the old nails over, if you get my drift!” That was…
Lebanese lunch salvation
By Harold Is Emily a common Lebanese name? I sure as hell don’t know, but the thought crossed my mind as Lewis and I sat upstairs in the crowded Emily’s Lebanese Deli, so beat down from another week of soul-crushing…