August 13th, 2008

tempt the wrath of the whatever

The Jerk Store called...

Since I can't actually say on my public-facing entries exactly why I feel this way, I'm just going to have to resort to infantile name calling.

Cupcake Jane and Oompa Toys may seem like nice, fun companies, relaxed and groovy in the Madison vibe, but the cake is a lie! but they employ far too many jerks for my liking. Big jerky stupidheads that smell of, oh, I don't know...what's an insulting thing to smell of? Rum raisins, how's that? Or mildew? Cottage cheese? Ovaltine? I dunno...something vaguely unpleasant that you normally wouldn't wish to smell of. The smell of jerkitude.

In conclusion, they're jerks, I don't ever plan to patronize them, and I respectfully suggest that all of you guys do the same.

Oh, and if you're here because you followed your referring links...Hi, jerks!

EDITED TO ADD: Oh look, suddenly disappeared. Wasn't my doing by any means, but still merits a "Haw, haw!"
shoulder angel shoulder devil

remember my homemade grenadine?

I used more of it tonight.

2 oz gin
3 oz fresh lemon juice
1/2 oz homemade grenadine
2-3 dashes bitters (orange bitters if you have them, otherwise Angostura is good too)

combine all ingredients in a cocktail shaker with a lot of ice, shake until the cocktail shaker frosts. Strain into a cocktail glass (or a rocks glass filled with crushed ice).

Its a very pretty color.