It’s going to be an unsettled Sabbath weather wise in Bagwine, Ohio today, but it should be a great day wise guy wise.
I love having Sundays off. Sunday is a state of mind. What does that mean, you ask? I haven’t a fucking clue, but it sounds nice.
I worked 11-9 Saturday and I always expect that I’ll have a story or two to tell you on Sunday about some nutjob that came through the Beer Mine, but alas…
Everyone who came thorough yesterday was relatively normal. I hate when that happens.
I did however, capture this glorious picture…
What is glorious about it? This is a picture of Grippo’s potato chips. They are made in Cincinnati, Ohio, and we sell the spuds out of them.
I show you this because Bagwine buddy, Mrs. D. mentioned in a tweet on Friday, that they are the best damn BBQ chips evah. And…she would be correct.
Grippo’s are to BBQ potato chips what Kim Kardashian is to ass…Big, beautiful, and full of flavor. Yum, and Purrrrrr.
I rarely endorse a product, but damn, these are the crack of potato chips. And, because I am such a nice guy, BBQ chip devotee, Doc, expressed interest in trying some, so sweet ol’ Matt-Man will be sending him a bag o’ Grippo’s BBQ chips. Praise Jeebus!!
If you are into Salt and Vinegar chips, which I am, the same thing applies. Grippo’s are un-fucking-surpassed.
And folks…that’s all I have today. No, seriously. Oh, wait, one more thing…
There are quite a few people who now refer to me as Matty. Not Matt…Not Matt-Man…but Matty.
Only one person for the majority of my life, ever called me that and that was a girlfriend of mine some 25-30 years ago.
Have I lost my edginess? Has my innate niceness which I try to hide, surfaced? Have I become, oh dear God, a Matty?
Say it isn’t so!!
Amen, and Amen.
Have a wonderful Sunday all, and as always…
A pictoral addendum based on Scott's comment below has been added. Poor fella can't get his favorite chips 'cause the silly boy moved to Spain...