Well, this could be interesting. What viability ranking comes <em>below</em> &quot;<a href="http:\/\/www.politicspa.com\/pa-gov-corbett-called-dead-man-walking-by-national-journal\/59364\/" target="_blank">dead man walking</a>&quot;?
Didn&#039;t watch the video cuz fuck that noise, so I didn&#039;t quite notice the hair (since it&#039;s mostly cropped off in the YT still) until I saw the pic attached to the <a href="http:\/\/talkingpointsmemo.com\/livewire\/tom-corbett-liquor-laws-women" target="_blank">TPM coverage</a> of this story, at which point I quickly realized:
-- Tom Corbett, surely you&#039;re going to lose. -- Yes, and don&#039;t call me Shirley
Back in the early 80s, New York City (yes, <i>that</i> New York CIty) used to have a no-booze-on-Sunday law, even though every supermarket and bodega in town has cold beer. As I found out trying to buy a six-pack just after midnight on a Saturday evening, smack in the middle of 24/7 everything else.
OK time for the &quot;diagram <i>this</i> fucking sentence&quot; challenge:
&ldquo;I think a lot of people want to be able to walk into a grocery store, particularly, a lot of the women, want to go and buy a bottle of wine for dinner, go down, buy a 6 pack or two 6 packs, buy dinner and go home rather than what I described as 3 stops in Pennsylvania.&rdquo;
Having to buy beer before 8:00 in Connecticut really didn&#039;t bother me too much. Until I got my drivers license, and my parents let me go out after dark.
But what about the jerbs of all the <strike>friends of the politically connected</strike> hard-working people clerking and stocking in the socialist liquor stores? Won&#039;t someone think about the poor government employees who&#039;ll lose their jobs and go on welfare, which they&#039;re already on because they work for the government?
Or how about Kentucky with its so-called &quot;local option,&quot; where you arrive at the Gold Vault Inn outside Fort Knox on a Sunday night and plan to <strike>get liquored up</strike> chemically temper your mood for a kickoff meeting at the post at 0800 Monday morning, and head out on the highway in your shitty rental car, probably a gold-toned Mercury Sable with mouse-fur upholstery, and find that YOU CAN&#039;T BUY A DRINK ON SUNDAY NIGHT in whatever goddamn county you&#039;ve mistakenly landed in, and have to drive to some<i> other</i> county full of gap-toothed hillbillies in 4x4s, and you&#039;re so mad you don&#039;t limit yourself to your usual six drinks before dinner, the Cabernet with the meal, and a cognac or two afterward, and have to drive back to your crapola motel SULLENLY DRUNK and when you get into your room it stinks of the chlorine in the enclosed motel pool and the sheets are diaphanous pilled polyester and the &quot;art&quot; on the wall fills you with murderous rage and you know in the morning there&#039;ll be mold in grout lines in the shower and probably a pube on the bar of soap the housekeeper didn&#039;t remove from the soap dish???? Does that enhance public safety?
I heard about this from a friend. Sounds terrible.
The usual place, college students. You can get complementary meth at road side trailers in most rural locations too.
Well, this could be interesting. What viability ranking comes <em>below</em> &quot;<a href="http:\/\/www.politicspa.com\/pa-gov-corbett-called-dead-man-walking-by-national-journal\/59364\/" target="_blank">dead man walking</a>&quot;?
&quot;Work...booze...work...&quot;
-MST3K
Didn&#039;t watch the video cuz fuck that noise, so I didn&#039;t quite notice the hair (since it&#039;s mostly cropped off in the YT still) until I saw the pic attached to the <a href="http:\/\/talkingpointsmemo.com\/livewire\/tom-corbett-liquor-laws-women" target="_blank">TPM coverage</a> of this story, at which point I quickly realized:
-- Tom Corbett, surely you&#039;re going to lose. -- Yes, and don&#039;t call me Shirley
Back in the early 80s, New York City (yes, <i>that</i> New York CIty) used to have a no-booze-on-Sunday law, even though every supermarket and bodega in town has cold beer. As I found out trying to buy a six-pack just after midnight on a Saturday evening, smack in the middle of 24/7 everything else.
No damn HBO in the motel! Or maybe just re-runs of &quot;Battleship Earth.&quot;
Not to mention the Monte Bello of Ridge Vineyards in Santa Clara County.
&quot;Punch it Jimmy, I wanna be in Tijuana by 8 o&#039;clock or you&#039;re fired!&quot;
OK time for the &quot;diagram <i>this</i> fucking sentence&quot; challenge:
&ldquo;I think a lot of people want to be able to walk into a grocery store, particularly, a lot of the women, want to go and buy a bottle of wine for dinner, go down, buy a 6 pack or two 6 packs, buy dinner and go home rather than what I described as 3 stops in Pennsylvania.&rdquo;
Wine comes in bottles now? What was wrong with good old American boxes?
This doesn&#039;t affect me because I only make one stop anyway.
A toast! To Tom Corbett, for never has anyone managed to take something so reasonable and make it sound so, so dumb.
Having to buy beer before 8:00 in Connecticut really didn&#039;t bother me too much. Until I got my drivers license, and my parents let me go out after dark.
But what about the jerbs of all the <strike>friends of the politically connected</strike> hard-working people clerking and stocking in the socialist liquor stores? Won&#039;t someone think about the poor government employees who&#039;ll lose their jobs and go on welfare, which they&#039;re already on because they work for the government?
This is indeed a confusing issue. I need a drink.
Insofar as I&#039;d have to be pretty liquored up to agree to sammich-makin&#039; for this Corbett clown, I see the merits of his proposal.
Or how about Kentucky with its so-called &quot;local option,&quot; where you arrive at the Gold Vault Inn outside Fort Knox on a Sunday night and plan to <strike>get liquored up</strike> chemically temper your mood for a kickoff meeting at the post at 0800 Monday morning, and head out on the highway in your shitty rental car, probably a gold-toned Mercury Sable with mouse-fur upholstery, and find that YOU CAN&#039;T BUY A DRINK ON SUNDAY NIGHT in whatever goddamn county you&#039;ve mistakenly landed in, and have to drive to some<i> other</i> county full of gap-toothed hillbillies in 4x4s, and you&#039;re so mad you don&#039;t limit yourself to your usual six drinks before dinner, the Cabernet with the meal, and a cognac or two afterward, and have to drive back to your crapola motel SULLENLY DRUNK and when you get into your room it stinks of the chlorine in the enclosed motel pool and the sheets are diaphanous pilled polyester and the &quot;art&quot; on the wall fills you with murderous rage and you know in the morning there&#039;ll be mold in grout lines in the shower and probably a pube on the bar of soap the housekeeper didn&#039;t remove from the soap dish???? Does that enhance public safety?
I heard about this from a friend. Sounds terrible.