I realized the other day that I’ve been slacking on my visits to Buffalo Wings & Vodka lately, so I moseyed (mosied?) on over to play catch-up.

Sentences like this make me realize how horrible of a person I am for skipping out:

Show me the Mercedes dealer that pours shots down my throat, surrounds me with breast implants, and then shoves my head face first into a mini-mountain of cocaine, and I’ll show you the guy who’s going to sell me my first Mercedes.

Yeah, I promise to be a better blog reader in the future.