Comments on: Virginia ABC: Protecting You from Beer Popsicles!

By: Straight Forward Guy

Straight Forward Guy — Tue, 03 Feb 2009 04:20:18 +0000

You are all a bunch of dumb fucks, and none of you are witty or original at all. So stop polluting post boards.

By: Alex Fyodorovich

Alex Fyodorovich — Mon, 25 Jun 2007 16:22:51 +0000

excuse me. i have recently become allergic to beets and would like to know if it is possible to make a savory borscht without beets. what substitute would you recommend?
thank you
Alex

By: DCeatz » Blog Archive » Virginia is For Idiots

DCeatz » Blog Archive » Virginia is For Idiots — Mon, 25 Jun 2007 03:13:59 +0000

[...] of Virginia wasn’t fond of the idea that someone would make popsicles out of beer. Like Washington City Paper, DCeatz feels that Virginians do not need to be protected from beer popsicles, just puritanical ABC [...]

By: Melissa

Melissa — Sun, 24 Jun 2007 18:09:38 +0000

Peggy,

I'm astonished! I understand about the CP ape or, ahem, the others
but how could y o u have possibly uttered such a crudity? Shit.

By: The Anti-Ernest

The Anti-Ernest — Sun, 24 Jun 2007 15:47:26 +0000

For the record, Beaky/Booby/Peggy and the rest of the drooling pro-Ernest groundlings, I don't hate Ernest. Most of the time, I merely think he is a fool with a sad case of logorrhea. But when he actually becomes rude and aggressive and dumps all over a blog item and its author for no apparent reason -- as he's done here multiple times in past weeks -- he needs to be smacked down. Here, he moronically asks, "Who would want to drink brandy-spiked sangria?", which is basically like asking, "Who would want to drink beer that is beer?" His comments are no more elucidating that what you'd get from a chimp playing with a keyboard. And they ensure that the subjects of the posts are lost to any real, relevant commentary ... all because Ernest felt the need to open his slack-hanging piehole and reassure the world that he, Ernest, has an uninformed opinion on this subject, too. Believe me, Beaky, the froth at my mouth is nothing compared to the foam around the mouth of Ernest's poor, drunk, beer-sucking mama. She only drinks because Ernest is such a disappointment to her.

By: Beaky

Beaky — Fri, 22 Jun 2007 22:42:05 +0000

I hardly know. Some malodorous fuckwit with mother-fixation. Literally frothing at the mouth. He hates Ernest.

Still here, Anti?

By: Angela

Angela — Fri, 22 Jun 2007 22:34:57 +0000

Hey, that was my line!

So what’s that Anti-Ernest wanker?

By: Beaky

Beaky — Fri, 22 Jun 2007 22:25:56 +0000

Nice pair of trousers you wearing, Timmy babes. I like the use of color ‘blue’ by the designer. It suits you nicely.

What's that Anti-Ernest wanker?

By: Beaky

Beaky — Fri, 22 Jun 2007 22:21:57 +0000

I meant 'Tim', actually.

Angie, what are you doing here, old trollop?

By: The Anti-Ernest

The Anti-Ernest — Fri, 22 Jun 2007 22:11:30 +0000

Ernest? Beaky? Booby? Peggy? Where are Gimpy and Crusty and Prolapsed Bunghole and the rest of the dwarves?

Ernest, you know what all these voices in your head might really like? Some delicious brandy-spiked sangria. Mmmm. So tasty. And it washes down psychotropic medications really, really well!

I would offer you and all of your personalities a delicious beer popsicle, but you know, your mama has plumb cleaned my freezer out.

By: Angela

Angela — Fri, 22 Jun 2007 22:00:34 +0000

Nice pair of shots you wearing, Tommy babes. I like the use of color 'blue' by the designer. It suits you nicely.

By: Beaky

Beaky — Fri, 22 Jun 2007 21:49:06 +0000

Tom, on the other hand, is pretty cool.

By: Ernest

Ernest — Fri, 22 Jun 2007 21:39:06 +0000

Yes, he's terrible.

By: Booby

Booby — Fri, 22 Jun 2007 21:35:05 +0000

It's really not working, Anti-Ernie. Go straight to the song.

By: The Anti-Ernest

The Anti-Ernest — Fri, 22 Jun 2007 21:33:23 +0000

Ooh, I like that one, Beaky! And if wit were shit ... Ernest's mom would still be licking my delicious, ice-cold, yummy Irish stout popsicle. The only thing is, she keeps asking for a "lighter" version, cause she's used to getting something a little smaller and paler from her boy at home. Sort of the O'Doul's of popsicles, if you catch my drift. (Wink.)