The Lonely Libertarian

Thursday, February 6, 2014

Creativity at work

I almost always take the stairs. One, the cute chicks get freaked out by things that move (escalators, elevators, moving sidewalks); and two, I don't have the patience to wait for elevators and escalators don't move quickly enough. Found this on Facebook and thought is was just about the coolest thing ever. Unless you have a migraine.

http://youtu.be/2lXh2n0aPyw

Irish Car Bomb, Adult recipe

Sitting here with my left leg elevated, contemplating how much I hate snow, I decided to see what else pops up when you google "Irish Car Bomb". As soon as I'm able to limp out to the momvan, I'll be heading out for the ingredients. Have the Jameson and Bailey's, just need the Guinness. Slainte!

Ingredients:
.5 ounce of Jameson's Irish Whiskey
.5 ounce of Bailey's Irish Cream
half pint of Guinness Stout

Layer the liquor, Jameson's first, in a shot glass.
Pour the Guinness and let it settle.
Drop the shot glass in the Guinness and chug.
Repeat as necessary.

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Finally, a smart blonde joke

A blonde walks into a bank in New York City and asks for the Loan officer. She says she's going to Europe on business for two weeks andNeeds to borrow $5,000.

The bank officer says the bank will need some kind of security for the loan, so the blonde hands over the keys to a new Mercedes Benz SL 500.

The car is parked on the street in front of the bank, she has the title and everything checks out. The bank agrees to accept the car collateral for the loan.

The bank's president and its officers all enjoy a good laugh at the blond for using a $110,000 Benz as collateral against a $5,000 loan.

An employee of the bank then proceeds to drive the Benz into the bank's underground garage and parks it there. Two weeks later, the blonde returns, repays the $5,000 and the interest, which comes to $15.41.

The loan officer says, "Miss, we are very happy to have had your business, and this transaction has worked out very nicely, but we are a little puzzled. While you were away, we checked you out and found that you are a multimillionaire.

What puzzles us is, why would you bother to borrow $5,000?"

The blonde replies, "Where else in New York City can I park my Car for two weeks for only $15.41 and expect it to be there when I return?"

I f***ing hate winter

Got up this morning to a balmy 2 with a -24 wind chill factor. Yea. And before you Northerners start in with your disgustingly low temps that go on for months, understand that it's harder to go from a week of 50s into a few days of single digits. You get lulled into a false sense of security and end up losing your gloves in between Arctic fronts.

So posting has been light due to intermittent loss of electricity and wifi. Sometimes singularly, sometimes in tandem. I promise once things thaw out I'll get back on the horse. In the meantime, here's a joke.

It's late fall and the Indians on a remote reservation in North Dakota

asked their new chief if the coming winter was going to be cold or mild.

Since he was a chief in a modern society, he had never been taught the old secrets.

When he looked at the sky, he couldn't tell what the winter was going to be like.

Nevertheless, to be on the safe side, he told his tribe that the winter was indeed

going to be cold and that the members of the village should collect firewood to be prepared.

But, being a practical leader, after several days, he got an idea. He went to the phone booth,

called the National Weather Service and asked, 'Is the coming winter going to be cold?'

'It looks like this winter is going to be quite cold,' the meteorologist

at the weather service responded.

So the chief went back to his people and told them to collect

even more firewood in order to be prepared.

A week later, he called the National Weather Service again.

'Does it still look like it is going to be a very cold winter?'

'Yes,' the man at National Weather Service again replied, 'it's going to be a very cold winter.'

The chief again went back to his people and ordered them

to collect every scrap of firewood they could find.

Two weeks later, the chief called the National Weather Service again.

'Are you absolutely sure that the winter is going to be very cold?'

'Absolutely,' the man replied. 'It's looking more and more like it is going

to be one of the coldest winters we've ever seen.'

'How can you be so sure?' the chief asked.

The weatherman replied, 'The Indians are collecting a fuckload of firewood'

The lesson: Don't trust what the government tells you.

Oh my, nighty night!

Sleep tight, don't let the .gov monkeys bite.

Sweet dreams.

Think I found Poppy's next shop project.

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Irish Car Bombs

Got this recipe on a new FB page. Sneaky little bastards made you click over to the page and like them to get the recipe. You really have to admire that kind of trickery. I WILL MAKE THESE.

INGREDIENTS:
For the Cupcakes:
1 cup Guinness stout
1 cup unsalted butter, at room temperature
¾ cup Dutch-process cocoa powder
2 cups all-purpose flour
2 cups granulated sugar
1½ teaspoons baking soda
¾ teaspoons salt
2 eggs
2/3 cup sour cream

For the Whiskey Ganache Filling:
8 ounces bittersweet chocolate
2/3 cup heavy cream
2 tablespoons butter, at room temperature
2 teaspoons Irish whiskey

For the Baileys Frosting:
2 cups unsalted butter, at room temperature
5 cups powdered sugar
6 tablespoons Bailey's Irish Cream

Directions after the jump.

Chime in with your animal.

The meaning of each:

http://www.joellessacredgrove.com/Celtic/animals.html

Thanks Hawken Cougar

More of that protectin' and servin', y'all

Love the squad of SWAT pussies needed to serve a warrant for credit card theft. And the way they vandalize the security cameras to hide their thuggery. But at least the dog escaped with its life. Take your BP meds and go watch the video. Pretty cool blog, too.

http://jovianthunderbolt.blogspot.com/2014/02/gotta-be-firm-with-people.html

h/t jesse in dc

Because, war on women or something

Dear God in Heaven, just when the harpies from California are nearing death (Feinstein, Pelosi), enter the next generation of batshit crazy, liberal, holier than thou candidates for Congress. Sandra Fluke, rhymes with F.... duck, has filed to run for the spot vacated by pigboy Waxman. Fresh blood, new old ideas, reenergized whiner and professional victim in the conservative war on women, Fluke is probably a shoe-in. And since Pelosi and Feinstein have both denied any plans of "retiring" (let's face it, they'll die in office), they'll have plenty of time to mold her into a worthy heir to their twisted panties of protest.

http://legalinsurrection.com/2014/02/fluke-is-in/

Thanks (?!) to jesse in dc for the link.