The urine apocalypse … part 2.

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Because you enjoyed part 1 so much.

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Good luck out running that.

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You might want to get an umbrella instead.

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Trillions of peeing insects would be enough to send me scurrying for cover.

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Their idea of Mardi Gras fun and mine differ greatly.

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While bugs don’t bother me, I have to admit I’m glad I’m not in the peeing path of their hatchings this year.

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Don’t drink bug pee.

Words to live by right there.

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So, yeah.

Have fun with that.

And please remember to blog the event.

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Thrift store treasures.

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I really need to up my game when thrifting because the people on this page are leaving me in the dust.

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Hosting a dinner party back in the day clearly required some serious skill.

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What the utter Hell is that?

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Because no one wants to take the time to plug in a crystal when you really need one now.

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That’s some ugly ass spelling as well.

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Speaking as a juvenile delinquent who smuggled shoulder harnessed squeezable flasks filled with alcohol into every concert venue she ever entered….

No.

There’s a line, and this is it.

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Let’s play.

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This one will be fun.

I promise!

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I love it.

This one is right in my wheelhouse.

I’ll start….

Wind In The Pillows. (as someone married to a baked bean lover I am well acquainted with this phenomenon)

Rodeo and Juliet. (ride ‘em cowboy takes on a whole new meaning here)

Gone With The Wine. (wine, it’s always gone too soon)

Lord Of The Pies. (if there’s a lady of the pies, I humbly volunteer)

Of Lice And Men. (eww, but I had to)

The Lizard Of Oz. ( I think that’s Jim Morrison)

To Pill A Mockingbird. (I’ve pilled cats, can’t imagine birds are any easier)

A Tale Of Two Titties. ( sorry, I couldn’t resist)

The Old Man And The Pee. ( if you know, you know)

Little Souse On The Prairie (if I lived on the prairie back then I’d be soused too)

Silence of the Hams. (with pineapple and brown sugar please)

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I could keep going, but I’ll leave some for you.

Dazzle me!

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Roll out the barrel(s).

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Remember when I found that weirdly wonderful tropical beer at the Great Lost Bear a while back? After numerous fruitless (no pun intended) attempts to locate it for sale… I went to the source.

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Barreled Souls brewing in Saco. They’re a small batch brewery tucked away in the basement of a lawyers office. The days and hours their tasting room is open are limited… so we were standing tall at noon on a Saturday ready for some serious day drinking.

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23 plus on tap made for ample tasting.

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Known for their bizarre fruited sours and gose, we happily sampled.

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And then sampled a bit more.

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This brewery ages its beers in whisky barrels, rum barrels, wine barrels and even tequila barrels which makes for some very distinctive flavors.

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I was thrilled to discover I could order a keg of Little Havana for the man cave/Barn Mahal and the husband went with a 4 pack of Le Tigre.

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At $17 for a four pack it’s not cheap, but what is these days?

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Who IS this chick?

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I have no idea who this is but she keeps popping up on my news feed, screaming for attention.

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Macaroni and cheese hair?

Check.

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Slutty mermaid?

Check.

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Assless pants with a horse tail?

Check.

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And because a girl has to accessorize, a horse purse to match. .. though it looks more like a dog to me.

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Don’t have anything clean to wear?

No problem, just slip on a garment bag.

And then…

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She wore an outfit made from condoms.

As one does…

WTH?

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