proud day over here at Tales from the Gutter

I woke up to a text message this morning from TheLossAdjuster explaining that he had googled “hobo vodka” and my blog came up as the very first hit! I didn’t believe this so I got up and looked for myself:

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I’m strangely proud of this fact, because I’m doing a good deed in our troubled economy talking about things like hobo vodka and how to save money by not having a job. I mean how the hell else can we get through the mess that is currently our country without bathtub booze and humor, right?

Of course this might make me an alcoholic, but I have it on good authority that alcoholics go to meetings and I personally will not be wasting gas to drive to a place where I have to talk about how I’d rather be at home drinking hobo vodka and mocking Sarah Palin or whatever. Seems counter productive.

Or maybe it just makes my BLOG an alcoholic. I mean it could very well be. I don’t know what this sneaky bitch does when I’m not looking.

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Speaking of hobos had another weekend of being invaded by everyone on Earth who would like to watch sports on my television. I know we have a really nice television okay. I went to the store and bought the goddamn thing. I know how nice it is. I also know how nice my cable is because hey I write the check out for it every month (or call and scream at the poor Indian guy doing customer service at Charter who calls me Miss Disco.) And I know how yummy the food we make on sports day is, because I cooked it!

In other words I’m thinking of getting an electric fence soon. Or burning down my house.

I’ve even tried the subtle approach of turning all the lights off and not answering the door or phone. No luck.

My solution to being able to watch tonights Sox/Angels game in peace is quite simple really. I’m going to go out to The Bar to do it. They’ve got two tvs. They can put the play offs on one and Monday Night Football on the other. I bet you I have a nice relaxing time there with no one bothering me because hey  you have to PAY for your drinks at the bar and God forbid any one do that.

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Also I am sitting here redisovering how much I loved the Smoking Popes. I am probably still one of the only ones. I’ll leave you with a video of theirs. GO RED SOX!

I can’t believe I never busted this out on our punk show. I fail.