Let's All Go To The Grocery, and See What's Good To Eat

Thank you all for your kinds words on yesterday’s post. I really don’t know what triggered that memory, but there you go. You’re welcome. ; )

Now, in keeping with the tradition of Bagwine Ruminations, I need to do something with no redeeming social value whatsoever. Actually, it probably won’t even make sense.

Are you in? Good!!

Say we’re in the same grocery store, and say…I happen to be one of those nosemary types (shut up, Matt!!); what would I find in your grocery cart?

In mine, nearly every week, you will find the following…

Frozen pizzas, frozen hamburgers or chicken patties, frozen fries (I’m sensing a theme), lunch meat, bread, cheese, and gum.

There are also times when you would find ice cream, cookies, and donuts. Don’t judge. Don’t judge. 

After all, I have been known to buy lettuce and tomatoes on occasion in order to balance everything out.

Y’know?

One of my all-time fave TV show quotes, and I have many, is:

“The way I see it…Unless we conform, unless we obey orders, unless we follow our leaders blindly, how can we ever hope to be free?”

--Maj. Frank Burns (M*A*S*H)

Speaking of TV, hey all you Seinfeld fans out there…

Tell me that a day doesn’t go by that something happens to you that doesn’t remind you of a Seinfeld episode. Holy Fuck, every damn day in my world it happens.

I told you that this post would make no sense. It’s like a stream of consciousness without the cohesiveness. What? Huh? Anyway…

Before I get too weird (again, shut up, Matt) I give you this picture because I like it…

Okay my pretties…Have a great weekend, and do me a favor if you would.

Please go visit the new I’m With Stupid website put together by my two favorite morons, Jay and Matt-Man. They need your help to get it going, because seriously…

Even with the picture of that dim witted bimbo in between them, their numbers as far as hits and reads, lag wayyyyy behind those of yours truly.

You can visit their new site by clicking HERE.

Zoooooves!!

Sunday Morning Church Disservice: Pleasant Valley Sunday

It’s going to be a bee-yoo-tee-ful Sabbath here in Bagwine, Ohio today. Sunny and 72 degrees.

I have been at the Beer Mine for two years now, and up until a couple of weeks ago, I worked every Sunday. Now, I have Sundays off.

I don’t know what it is, but I rather prefer having Sundays off as opposed to Saturdays. Sundays just feel so laid back…especially during the warm months.

I mean, what’s not to like? For instance, today…

I am going to get up no later than seven…have a couple of cups of coffee, take a shower, and be ready to go out by 8:45 or so.

I am then going to go to Schuler’s Donuts and pick up two glazed donuts for Ryno, two chocolate crème-filled for his mom, and head over to their house.

Ryno has a report due for school Monday and he has finished it, so I am going to look it over and harshly criticize it give him my opinion.

I’ll be there until about 10:30 at which point I will be off, as they will be headed to church. Ha, Suckers!!

I will then head to the grocery in search of brats that don’t cost an arm and a leg, and pick up some buns for said brats as well.

Upon returning home, I will turn on some music and boil the brats as I tip some cold ones. After a slow boil, I will then proceed to grill the brats with onions and peppers in a skillet and of course, tip a few more.

At 1 or so the Reds play the Cubs and I will listen to it on the radio. There’s something about the radio and baseball that strikes me as the perfect marriage of sport and media.

Schmoop and I will listen to the game, have a couple of beers and shoot the shit, while Corky sleeps curled up in the rocking chair or under the covers in the bed.

And, the windows will be open, so the vernal breezes will be carrying the fresh spring air into the digs.

Ahhhhhh, indeed…what’s not to like about a day like that?

If I’m lucky, the post game festivities will include a roll in the bed from hell with Schmoop. There’s nothing like three hours of brats, beer, and baseball followed by three sixty minutes of hot sex.

To me, that’s the perfect doubleheader, and after that, who cares what the rest of the day brings?

So there you have it, my idea of a pretty damn good Sunday.

Amen, and Amen.

I hope that you too enjoy your Sunday no matter what you plan on doing.

Batter up, and of course…

Cheers!!

Give The Gift of Matt-Man

There are a few things that are bugging me of late, however…

I am off today. I am taking my 15 year old son and his size 14 ½ feet to breakfast this morning, and its payday.

So, I am in a relatively good mood and thought I would just keep it light today. And I thought I would keep it hot.

Strike up the porn music bitches, I am posting some of my old Half Nekkid pics. Bow Chicka Wow Wow.

The good things is…you can save these, print them off, and use them for greeting cards.

For instance, here’s a good one for use on Mother’s Day. Me and America’s favorite mom, June Cleaver…


Of course for that special dad in your life, you can give him a picture of me covered in Dicks…

Feeling like sending out well wishes for Memorial Day or the 4th of July? What could be more patriotic than seeing Benjamin Franklin’s partying self on my ass?

Having a dinner party? How about slapping a photo of me in my apron on your invites?

Or if it is more of a formal dining affair, how about me with a juicy burger while wearing a tie?

There you have it a little fun on a Friday and some artwork for you to freely use. Of course, for the gentlemen stopping by today, I have one picture for you as well. You know, just to have.

It’s a picture of Schmoop wearing merely a T-Shirt. Mmmmmm, her legs go on for miles…

Enjoy your Friday, all. I shall be dining with Ryno at Bob Evans this morning and then returning to the digs to whoooop it up.

See you later today.

Cheers!!

Burgers, Schmoop, and Ass Chap

Another fun-filled weekend for the Matt-Man. So fun in fact that the Matt-Man is compelled to talk in that pretentious third person type of way that makes the Matt-Man more annoying than usual.

Yes indeed. Matt-Man will be working all weekend. Saturday 11-9 and tomorrow from 11-7. Don’t worry ‘bout Matt, Pizza Bill…

You simply enjoy spending time with your family in your nice warm home while Matt-Man freezes his nuts off doling out beer to the idiots of Bagwine, Ohio our loyal customers. The Matt-Man hopes that you get winter ass chap, sport.

Oy Vay…Okay I think the Matt-Man is done with the third person talk. The Matt-Man apologizes.

As I was off yesterday I asked the uber-sexy, soon-to-be-ragging Schmoop what she would like me to cook for din-din.

She had only one request. She said to me…

“Would you just make something normal for once? No Hot Dog Helper…no Cheesy Noodle Loaf…no other “wacky” creation that your twisted mind has come up with.”

She went on to say…

“We have hamburger. Why don’t you just make hamburgers. You know, real hamburgers. You pat them and mold them into round patties and the cook them…with cheese on top. Oh dear God. Can ya just do that for once!?”

After licking the wounds that had been suffered by my culinary ego, I acquiesced. I made hamburgers…plain, ordinary hamburgers, with one exception…

I shaped them like this…

Damn right. In spite of her outburst and attack on my culinary creations, I expressed my love by shaping the burgers into hearts.

Not only did I find this to be a nice gesture, I found it amusingly ironic that we would be eating burgers shaped in the very organ that would be getting clogged up by the fat contained in said burgers.

Maybe I’ll open up a restaurant that specializes in “Ironic Food”. Oh yeah, Bitches. This has possibilities written all over the bill of fare.

I will be working this idea up in my brain as I freeze my nuts off at work all weekend. And Pizza Bill..?

If you want a job at my new restaurant…your chapped ass is going to be working weekends.

Cheers!!

Sunday Morning Church Disservice: It's Almost Party Time. Where's My Side Dish?

It’s going to be a cloudy and cold Sabbath in Bagwine, Ohio today. But my friends…

There are twelve packs and cases of libation to be doled out, thus I shall be working the Beer Mine from 11-7 today.

I work Monday and Tuesday too, but then, Bitches…I am off three days in a row. Three days in a row which include Christmas Eve and Holy Baby Jeebus Day itself. Boo Yah!!

I…Am…Asscited!!

Christmas Eve will be spent whooping it up at my brother Marty’s house. You know, the house with a big yard that has a pond and room for a pony.

All the Mahoney boys and girls will be on hand to eat, make fun of each other, and consume copious amounts of wassail.

Ryno shall be by my side, although a-wassailing he shall not go. He’ll just help to make fun of others and eat…and eat…and eat.

We will be feasting on hot roast beef sandwiches, chili, party trays, and grog. I have been called upon to bring some type of side dish.

I have considered taking one of the many dishes I have invented over the years. Hamburger Stuffing…Black Bean, Corn, and Green Onion medley…Brussel Sprout and Creamed Pea Casserole.

I have settled on the following. Creamy Christmas Pasta Salad!! I drew up this culinary delight in my mind only yesterday, and it is sure to be a hit.

What goes in it, you ask? Allow me to tell you.

I make my own pasta salad (none of that box shit). And I start off with my favorite pasta type food. Spaghetti, vermicelli, rotini, fine pastas one and all, but for me nothing beats the wondrous beauty of…THE EGG NOODLE!!

For my salad, I boil up egg noodles and let them cool. I add mixed vegetables (carrots, peas, onion, baby limas, and diced tomato), black olives, kidney beans, and bacon.

I then mix in sour cream and ranch dressing, and let it chill in the fridge. Voila!!

However, I have added a twist in order to make this Creamy Pasta Salad a Creamy CHRISTMAS Pasta Salad.

I am going to soak the egg noodles in food coloring first. Half the noodles will be colored red and the other half green. Brilliant, no!?

I wasn’t sure if pasta would color well, so at 6:45 this morning I put some elbow macaroni in a small bowl and added some food color…

The result? Eureka!!

I am a fucking genius, Praise Jeebus!!

So there you have it my friends. I will be certain to take pictures of the end product. I will be making it Wednesday so it can sit in the fridge overnight and be ready for the Mahoney Yule Bash on Thursday.

Amen, and Amen…

Have a wonderful Sunday, all. I will be posting a Bagwine Classic Christmas song tomorrow so until then…

Cheers!!

Live and Let Liver

Hi Y'all, Schmoop here...

The Matt Man wants me to chime in on his blooooooog.

While he’s cooking his LIVER, he thought it would be cute if I spoke…So…

I’ll speak…

First off…the House Stinks!! The house smells like, well...LIVER. Y’know…Like Cow Organs!!

The SMELL is disgusting. I will NOT even try it. No one, and I mean NO ONE should ever eat this crap. Dana are you listening? Seriously dude.

Anyhoo, grossness aside. Teabagging…Ha! I’m sorry but that just gets me. I know that the right wing party is having a hey day, but for reals???

I don’t care what the left or right wing have to say. I don’t care what the liberals/conservatives have to say. All I care about is what I have to say.

Isn’t that what you want? To have your say? Then Do IT. NOW. I want everyone to say something, anything.

Call, write, e-mail your Congressman, Statesman, Governor, anyone. Let them know how YOU want things done.

And let them know, that LIVER should be outlawed!!

Thank You,
Schmoop

Here's a picture of Matty's ugly meat!!


And now, a video of a half naked me, Schmoop, complaining about Matty's liver...

Cheers!!

Hamburger Helper Saves The Schmoop!!

Well, all of the tea bagging is over and I hope everybody got their fiduciary rocks off yesterday.

Large groups of people tea bagging each other is always a lot of fun.

On a related note, I tried something similar when I got home from work Wednesday night.

Schmoop isn’t usually up when I get home but last night she was, and my tea bag was steeping, so I initiated a conversation.

It reads just like a theatrical love story…

Matt-Man: Hiya Schmoop. Why are you still up?

Schmoop: Eh, I was just getting ready to go to bed. How was your night? Any freaks come through?

Matt-Man: Not bad…no freaks…Want me to hop in the sack with ya?

Schmoop: If you want. But don’t bother me, I’m going to sleep.

Matt-Man: But you’re off tomorrow. Let’s stay up and fool around. (Matt-Man pulls her close)

Schmoop: No, and get your hands off my ass. (Pushes Matt-Man away)

Matt-Man: Aw c’mon…(Pulls Schmoop close again) It’ll be fun, Schmoop.

Schmoop: (Pushes Matt-Man Away) I said no, and quit pawing my boobs.

Matt-Man: Sheesh…Off tomorrow and can’t stay up for some sex with the love of your life.

Schmoop: Fine, love of my life (rolls eyes) How about I get in bed, spread my legs and go to sleep, while you DO me…

Matt-Man: (Drops pants) Sweeeeeeeet!! (Pulls her towards him)

Schmoop: I was KIDDING. You’re such a pig, Mahoney.

Matt-Man: But I love ya…

Schmoop: Fine, we’re both off tomorrow. Love me then. I’m going to bed.

Matt-Man: If you have sex with me now, I promise to marry you.

Schmoop: And that sweetens the offer for me how? (Places Hands on Hips)

Matt-Man: Now that was just plain hurtful. I’m quite the catch. Plenty of women would love to marry me.

Schmoop: Name one. (Taps Foot)

Matt-Man: I hate pop quizzes. Let’s have sex. (Lunges at Schmoop with Tongue Hanging Out)

Schmoop: (Arms Keeping Matt-Man Away, and in a Lilting Voice, Says) I made you Hamburger Helper.

Matt-Man: Really? (Opens Fridge, Fingers The Hamburger Helper, Eats It) Sweeeeeet. Thanks Schmoop.

Schmoop: (Smiling and Walking Away) You’re welcome.

Matt-Man: (With Mouth Full of Hamburger Helper) Night, baby. I love you.

Schmoop: Whatever.

And there you have it. A personal glimpse into our undying love for each other.

For Friday’s post? I will have a pictorial offering of the crockpot liver I am making for Thursday’s dinner.

Of course, for Schmoop, I’ll make Chicken Nuggets and Fries.

Until then…

Cheers!!

Ash Wednesday: Giving My Colon To Christ

A new day has dawned.

Past are days full of cheeseburgers, sausage, and…bacon. Of veal, ham, and the glorious goodness that are all things Taco Bell.

We have entered the solemn season of Lent and with it I enter the 46 day hike along my culinary Road to Damascus…each lonely mile marked by a meal of beans, salad, soup…and more beans.

But ye though I walk through the shadow of the Valley of Meatlessness, I shall fear no commercial for Donato’s Serious Meat Pizza.

For I am one with God, and in making my sui generis journey for Jeebus, I shall find my joie de vive.

I have helpers…

For I will drink mightily of Ice Mountain Water and Vitamin Water (on sale now at Drive-By Mikey’s for $1.70).

But Matt-Man cannot live on water alone, and to this end I will call upon my two best friends…




With my thirst quenched, my hunger will be abated by a soup-a-copia, beans-a-plenty, and the occasional fish.

Not just any type of fish mind you. Oh sure, some people like salmon. Some like orange roughy. And others, indulge in pike or catfish.

Not I…I am partial to the succulent and piquant goodness of minced fish…



The magical minced fish is a breed unto its own. As is the taste.

More than a few scoff and say to me, “But fish is meat; you’re cheating.” I say unto these cretins in a thoughtful and ecumenical tone…

Blow Me.

If it’ll make these folks feel better, I’ll just state that during Lent, I will refrain from eating any animal that had or has legs.

Well…except for Schmoop. I’ll still eat her. I gots to have my Schmoop.

And speaking of Schmoop…When I arrived home from work Tuesday night while she was fast asleep, I opened up our fridge.

She had left a little present for me inside of it. It was this…

That’s right. Three Burrito Supremes and two Taco Supremes from the Bell del la Taco. Yo Quiero, Jeebus Christ!!

I guess she bought my Last Supper, as it were.

Anyhoo, thus it begins. For all of you trying something similar, be you Catholic, Protestant, or a spiritual vagabond such as myself…

I wish you good luck on your experience. As for me?

I think my reward is already paying off.

For Wednesday morning, after applying some of Joan of Arc’s ashes (which I bought on eBay) upon my forehead, I was bathed in a wash of glory.

Looking toward Heaven, I came face to face with The Almighty, and he said unto me…

Matt-Man my son, I art with thou. But one thing...Dude, Fish Sticks blow.

Here’s to the next 46 days (or 40 days for you pussies who take Sundays off).

Cheers!!

Screw Ground Beef...I Want Ground Hog!!

Today, groundhogs, also known as woodchucks, will be predicting how long it will be until the verdant and vernal times are upon us.

Their mastery to see or not see their shadows and ergo, forecast Spring’s arrival is legendary.

These rabies carrying, flea infested, funk factories will today, speak for Mother Nature.

God has bestowed upon them the ability to prognosticate on a level far surpassing that of us mere mortals.

And yet, we humans, more specifically, effeminate, shriveled up old white men, dressed like top hat wearing aberrations of Gay Talese, exploit them.

Today, the most famous groundhog, Punxsutawney Phil, will be man-handled and paraded about like some freak of nature for the bemusement of those gathered on Gobblers Knob today.


It’s just plain creepy to me.

Not just the distasteful treatment of poor Punxy Phil...

But more so, that there is a group of grown, less than manly men fondling a rodent and each other at a place called Gobblers Knob.

The name alone, Gobblers Knob, suggests the title of a Thanksgiving themed gay, bestiality porn flick.

Seriously, one day a year is not recognition enough for these Nostradamuses of Nature. Any and every day should be devoted to the groundhog.

How can you and I make that happen? Simple…

We eat them.

And I have a special recipe for you all. It’s called Groundhog Pie, and it’s Yum-Oh!!

First you need a groundhog…Of course you can’t just go buy one. You have to kill one. Like in this picture below.


Oooooh, he’s a big meaty fellow. And, you can tell by his wound, that bungee sticks are very effective on groundhog termination.

Once you have harvested your meaty Marmota monax, follow these simple culinary steps…

Groundhog Pie

1 groundhog skinned and cleaned
1/4 cup onion
1/4 cup green pepper
1/2 tablespoon minced parsley
1 tablespoon salt
1/8 teaspoon pepper
4 1/2 tablespoon flour
3 cups broth

Biscuits:

1 cup flour
2 tablespoon baking powder
1/4 teaspoon salt
2 tablespoon fat
1/4 cup milk

Cut groundhog into large pieces.

Parboil for 1 hour.

Remove meat from bones in large pieces, and then dice. Add onion, green pepper, parsley, salt, pepper, and flour to the broth and stir until it thickens.

If the broth does not measure 3 cups, add water.

Add the meat to the broth mixture and stir thoroughly.

Pour into baking dish.

For biscuits:

Sift flour, baking powder, and salt together. Cut in the fat and add the liquid. Stir until the dry ingredients are moist.

Roll only enough to make it fit the dish.

Place dough on top of meat, put in a hot oven (400 degrees F.) and bake 30 to 40 minutes or until dough is browned.


Tell me that doesn’t look Dee-Lish!!

Damn right it does. And with this recipe, any day can be Groundhog Day.

Here’s to an early Spring, and more importantly, here’s to putting the groundhog where he belongs…

In the center of your dinner table.

Cheers!!

Excuse Me, But Your Suggestion Sucks...

I am easily amused by the simplest things.

Yes, you’re probably saying, “That’s obvious through your writing, Matt-Man.”

However, in spite of your hurtful invectives, allow me to relate to you something that amuses me nearly everyday.

I make it a habit to read the serving size and servings per can, package, bag, etc., of food items.

Why? Because I want to know who in the hell is determining the amount of said foods that constitutes a “proper” serving.

I talked the other day about Schmoop buying a box of Cap’n Crunch cereal. The serving amount on the box is listed as ¾ of a cup. WTF?

Do you know what that paltry amount looks like in a bowl? It looks like this…

Wow, what a breakfast buffet that is!! It gets worse. Let’s see what that amount of the Cap’n looks like when we add milk, which has a recommended serving size of 8 ounces…

Someone throw in a life preserver, the Cap’n is drowning!!

Okay breakfast is done let’s have lunch. Nothing like having an All-American lunch comprised of beefy, hearty Ball Park Franks…

We all know that those dogs plump when you cook ‘em, and it’s a good thing because, the serving amount listed on the package is ONE Dawg!! ONE, Folks!!

A whopping 2.9 ounces of cow entrails and preservatives. That is unacceptable, and more importantly, Un-American!!

Would you prefer a nice smoked sausage instead of a hot dog? Well, let’s cook this package up. It contains two John Holmes sized links and weighs in at 12 ounces.

Don’t be too greedy, because the package claims that it contains SIX servings…2 full ounces of pig per hungry mouth.

Hell, if you’re hungry, screw the 2 ounces of sausage. I’ll drop my drawers and give ya a full half pound…okay maybe a quarter pound of smokin' hot sausage, but you get my drift.

Are you, like me, a lover of soup? Well, let’s heat up some condensed Campbell’s classics.

Soup would be good right now because it’s a chilly day here in Bagwine. However, you’re not going to get very warm eating this, because even after adding water, one can contains 2.5 servings.

So Mom, you get about 7.5 ounces. Dad you get the same. Your toddler gets about 3.5 ounces. Holy Crap, you’d be better off getting in the chow line with Oliver Twist!!

Please sir, can I have some more?

You could always add some heft to your soup by adding these to your bowl...

But at five crackers per serving, don't expect much gastronimical satisfaction. Instead, expect nothing but tears...Tiny, tiny tears.

Of course, after your less than satisfying meal of soup, you can always pull out that good ol' stand-by snack...Olives.

Yep, I placed exactly three olives on top of the jar because that is the serving size suggestion on the label.

At 8 calories apiece, you'll burn more calories opening the fridge door, the jar, and then digesting the frickin' olives, than you would if you just walked away empty and sad.

But, I know that there is one thing upon which I count...Those fine folks who are makin' the bacon.

Mmmmmm. Bacon. It's bad for you and yet, oh soooooo damn good. I could eat the entire 20 strips, one pound of bacon in one sitting with no problem.

However, I guess if I follow the serving suggestion on the package, I have to invite nine friends to join me because the makers say that a serving consists of two strips.

Who the hell eats only two strips of bacon? I'll tell ya who...Freaks!!

See what I mean? Who the hell came up with two strips of bacon? Some Jew or Muslim trying to wean us God-Fearing Swine Eaters from the greasy goodness of the heavenly strips of hog fat?

Who came up with the five cracker serving? An Eritrean dietician? The three olives? Was that the brain-child of a lazy Greco-Italian fruit picker?

Serving suggesters, I rebuke you!! In the name of all that is holy and gastronimically pleasing, I call on GAWD to cast you into an eternal pit of flames and stomach grumbling.

Ahhhhhh. I feel better.

Now if you'll excuse me, I am off to eat a full can of SPAM, six eggs, and an entire block of Velveeta. Take that, you servin' suggestin' bastards, you!!

Cheers!!

Words Are Not Enough

How's that for retro-engineering? That is what I made last night along with Tomato/Parmesean Noodles...

Damn straight, she liked it...

If you want the recipe for "Pygmy Meatloaf" let me know.

And now...

DANA...is celebrating her 1 Year Blogiversary. Stop on by and say, "hey". She is, after all, one of the best friends Bagwine Ruminations has ever had.

Cheers!!

Toungin' Hillary And Eatin' Tuna

It's Election Day here in the Buckeye State, and at 6:30 AM the polls open.

I plan on being there to cast my vote as soon as they open.

Appropriately enough, I vote at a church. So goes Matt-Man, so goes God.

As I have said, I am voting for H-Rod. Maybe she will be at my polling location shaking hands.

I sure hope so, cuz I'll plant a big ol' wet kiss on her mouth, slip her a little tongue, and finish off with a firm reach around. I do so love democracy.

As promised, I made Tuna Casserole yesterday. It was Yum-Oh, and I plan on having it again today.

There's plenty left because Schmoop refuses to eat tuna. What a lousy lesbian she would make.

Which, makes me sad because I would love to see her enagaged in some hot chick on chick action.

But I digress...Follow me if you will, through the journey of the Tuna Casserole ala' Bagwine.

Here are most of my ingredients...I also use a bit of milk. Keep some Bagwine handy as well.

I cook the noodles in salted water and then drain. See that was easy, wasn't it?

I mix the noodles, tuna, cracker crumbs, potato soup, parsley, and onion in the pot and add the following:

A glob of Sour Cream, a modicum of milk, and a smattering of butter. Make sure you use those exact measurements!!

Let the conglomeration cool, and then spoon out into a buttered baking dish. Top with Velveeta, Butter, cracker crumbs, and parsley. Mmmmmm, my uvula is getting a Hard-On already!!

Put into a pre-heated 450 degree oven for 10 minutes, and then turn back to 375 for another 30-35 minutes.

While it is baking, drink some Wild Irish Rose. Unfortunately, I was out of it last night, so I drank the better part of a bottle Vodka.

After a total of 45 minutes, or when you start to see the Vodka Fairies, whichever comes first, pull that dish of deliciousness out of the oven.

Mmmmmmm, Mangia!! It was excellent, and will taste even better today. I hope you try it.

Not only is it a taste bud sensation, the smell is unique and intoxicating.

I can only descibe the aroma as being akin to what my olfactory senses experienced when I engaged in a 69 with a mermaid last summer.

Earth's wonderful oceans...Full of bounty and booty!!

Well, I am off to take a shower and then go vote. When I get back, I promise to catch up on everyone's blog. Enjoy.

Cheers!!