Showing posts with label Budweiser. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Budweiser. Show all posts
10/18/08
9/24/08
8/26/08
Prohibition
has been very good for some dreamers of the American dream.
8/22/08
8/21/08
8/18/08
8/11/08
I guess it's OK
if she's a beer heiress. But can't we all get out of the panty drawer now?
8/9/08
7/19/08
7/9/08
7/7/08
Not that I'm sad
about what has happened to my profession or anything, but wouldn't you think an elegy for the beer that made Sugar Mama's fortune could at least mention what she had to say about the takeover? You know that if it were some other all-American commodity -- ketchup, say -- it would be all fair and balanced, all the time.
7/4/08
Fatty Arbuckle,
meet America. "Shag a hot heiress and become a contender for president?" This Bud's for you.
Oh, and there's this by way of this great stuff. If printed books weren't going the way of newspapers, I'd steer him to an agent.
6/30/08
Not fud, just trenchant
Let them drink Bud.
Labels:
beer,
Budweiser,
hypocrisy,
mccain,
real estate
6/23/08
Not fud, just jaw-dropping
If only Americans would put down that bottle of Bud they wanted to drink with the Chimp and pay attention to the banana-ing of the republic.
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