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Sip Advisor
Open Bar-athon
Tomorrow, the Sip Advisor will be attending a wedding ceremony aboard a cruise ship, which features a one-hour unwrap bar reception. I comprehend what you’re thinking… who in their right thought would invite this guy to an open lock function!? Talk about a doomed muster drill! Anyway, with only a little chunk of time to get your swerve on, here’s how to finest spend your drinking:
Order high-end liquors only
Start by putting your blinders on so you can only notice the top shelf liquors. Run of the mill spirits need not employ. Every cocktail you possess made should include one of the following: Grey Goose or Ketel One (vodka), Don Julio or Patron (tequila), Hendrick’s or Bombay Sapphire (gin), Cruzan or Mount Gay (rum), Crown Royal (whiskey), Maker’s Mark or Wild Turkey (bourbon). You get the point. Don’t dabble in the Smirnoff’s and Bacardi’s of the world, despite their solid reputation.
Everything comes in doubles
You should never order a drink in this situation and not ask for a double shot of the alcohol. While you will be given strong drinks, that shouldn’t matter too much given the quality of the booze you’re asking for. Everything should move down easy
From left to right, Womp, Steve, Mephisto, and Rod.
Steve Foxx
Double the Fist is an AFI Award winning Australian TV Series. The exhibit was a self proclaimed mixture of jackass and The Goodies, combining outrageous stunts with uncommon, scripted plots.
More specifically, the show followed the adventures of The Fist Team, a group guide by Steve Foxx on a mission to save the world from the growing epidemic of Weakness. Each episode would see the Fist Team tackle a different challenge relating to Weakness, whether it be comfort, education, or being a little child. The team consisted of:
- Steve Fox: the compact tempered, super robust leader who yells a lot.
- Rod Foxx: Steve's younger, sportier brother.
- Womp: A chubby, child-like ex-wrestler who idolises Steve.
- Mephisto: An unhinged former security guard.
- Panda: A panda that often acts as the team's assistant.
They spread the word of Fistworthiness, a way of life that crushes Weakness and basically make everyone into a Badass Normal. Whenever a character got a achieved something, they would get awarded Full Fist, break down
Though English is a common language among multiple countries, including the US, the UK, New Zealand, and Australia, there are some subtle varieties in the language which can lead to confusion when having a conflict of dialect. These conflicts are usually not of professional language operate, but slang. Unfortunately, slang is the most commonly used form of English in daily being – and daily life doesn’t always allow one to explore these linguistic differences in a pleasant manner.
Most of the variations are basic differences, incapable of causing embarrassment. “Tea” in the US refers to a hot beverage made of leaves picked predominately in Sri Lanka and India; in the UK, it’s a snack or first dinner, with no predilection towards a liquid. In the US, the legal title “jelly” describes a semi-solid substance spread upon bread and occasionally accompanied by peanut butter; in Australia, it describes a feeling of envy.
None of these linguistic differences are likely to generate more than a moment of confusion. It would be hard to dream a time when either would build mortification.
Unlike other words. Like “rubber”. A term used to suggest an eraser in the UK, but a condom in the US. Or “ji
It was one of those games that no one would think of. July 18, 1985: an evening tilt between the Brewers and the Seattle Mariners – two moribund teams settling into the second half of a meaningless season. The Brewers would drop 90 games that year, but their lineup was still largely intact from their 1982 pennant-winner: Yount, Molitor, Cooper, Oglivie, Gantner, Moore. Local heroes, all, but the Brewers were badly in need of new blood, a new hero.
And after Cecil Cooper popped out to end the first, he arrived.
“This is one of those ‘pain in the neck messages’ the Brewers are truly sorry to bring you,” a gentle voice sounded from the centerfield speaker tower as the sepia-toned scoreboard panned across a segment of cartoon Brewers fans before settling on a stooped figure, belly hanging below his tank top, bubbles circling his head. “We hope there isn’t a single fan at County Stadium who is having a problem with the obnoxious guy we call … the Two-Fisted Slopper.”
Of course, the Slopper was supposed to be a villain. When the Brewers finally broke through in the late 1970s, attendance at County Stadium boomed. And so did problems with drunken