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WANTED- Independent dealers that would like to be extremely over paid to help others quit smoking cigarettes or at the very least, smoke safely

Electronic Cigarettes


Select the Desired nicotine level- none, low, medium, high

• Patented
• Odorless- no more smoking outside!
• Safe- no carcinogens, tar or other chemicals
• Smoke turns into water vapor
• Smoke at the office- no problem
• No ash trays or lighters
• $3 a pack- 50% cheaper than brand name cigarettes
• Buy wholesale- sell retail
• Sell to nightclubs, bowling alleys, Tobacco Shops, Drive Thrus, Hospitals, etc.

Products like this only come along once or twice in a lifetime.

Review: Philadelphia

Overall Rating: 4.5 out 5 -- I would recommend this to all of my friends.

GOOD: People. I just can't get over how great some of them are. There are a few who live there, a few who visit, and a few I don't really know about. This makes it a great town to get wrecked in, stumble about, make a scene, then order a cheese steak at 3 in the morning (long lines not withstanding). Always Comix. I really enjoy parties, especially when they provide food and drink. The company here was good, despite latent trendy-ness on the part of many guests. Despite this handicap, which in some cases was taken to silly extremes (hipster glasses no frames? but she was so nice), the guests were mostly really nice. Usually trendy people aren't that friendly to me, which I understand and would never hold against them. Music. Of the two shows I've been to in Philadelphia, one ended with a transexual cabaret after an otherwise inauspicious start (Martha Graham Cracker, who would have thought). The other ended with an uninspired cover of a cover of the recently popularized song Wagon Wheel. Both were really enjoyable. Food. Especially Vietnamese. PHO HA, great noodles. Alex always gets the sliced beef-ball raw on the side because he likes it rare. BA LE, great sandwiches. I recommend #11, but the tongue, stomach, and ear salad looked pretty good too. Both at 6th & Washington. Traffic Patterns. An abundance of four-way stop signs make this city a joy to bike in.

BAD: Smells. Walking around it seemed like I was confronted by a terrible odor at every turn. These smells ranged from tolerable (dog poop sweating in the sun -- this happened a lot) to really nasty (no longer "fresh" rabbit festering in a trash can outside a butcher shop). Cultural Insensitivity. I wouldn't say it's exactly "cool" to sell paper suits to two white kids who obviously have no idea that they are part of a sacred ritual -- meant to be burned following the death of a loved one. ("How do we know if they fit?" "You know they paper, right?" "Yeah, but will they fit or do we just put them on a wall?" "You put them on your wall." -- they didn't fit, the pant's inseam was like 12) No worries, the waiter at the Pho shop next door cleared things up for us when he pulled me aside to explain the significance. He saw that we couldn't stop giggling about them, although for her part, Erin was characteristically unimpressed. This was after he was clearly offended by our irreverent handling of the ritualistic paper clothing, but before he served us our food. Whoops!

FLIPPER LOVE

Everyone loves the king of the sea,
Ever so kind and gentle is he,
Tricks he will do when children appear,
And how they laugh when he's near!

Good Grief: Taking the Obsession to New Heights

Rob discovers the dirty little secret of MGD's new flagship product.


















In a recent attempt to further understand and indulge in the American saga of lite beers (as opposed to light beers in places like Australia, which tend to have lower alcohol content as opposed to lower calories as their motivation) I convinced some friends of mine to try MGD 64 with me. While I initially intended this experiment to be part of a lite beer comparison of all the old favorites, I have become too engulfed in the nature of this particular beer to continue my study which, lets face it, is a nuanced feat as all of our lite beers are poorly made and taste similarly.

The first thing that I noticed about MGD 64 is the vulcanized rubber smell which emanates from the bottle as you crack it open. I've been sensitive to this scent for as long as I can remember and this always garners an adverse reaction. After a few sips (perhaps stemming from our spring plan to "get hot," and therefore limit our bodily intake to boot) we made a consensus about MGD 64: "I don't mind it." This is not a surprising reaction considering that we've all been conditioned, not as Midwesterners but as Americans, to salute Coors (Light) as the pinnacle of American brewing.

Although MGD 64 tastes like beer flavored water (and hey, what the hell doesn't as far as most American lagers are concerned) I figured, "I can make this sacrifice in support of my 'hot body' pursuits;" especially at $5.00 a six-pack. Anyway, when I was doing a little research to vamp up the lite beer comparison (my vote was for Miller Lite by the way-I think of it as sort of the girl-next-door of lite beer) I discovered the unthinkable...and the obvious.

MD 64 has a 2.8% alcohol content by volume! I wanted to spit it out upon reading this, but we had already finished the case. Seriously, I could piss 2.8%. But this foul excuse for beer, especially when one expects Miller to uphold its title as "Champagne of Beers," has lead me to consider what may be an effective therapeutic tool: Alcoholics, you may simply consider switching to MGD 64 before reaching for that case of O'Douls. I mean it's only 64 calories and relatively alcohol free. Best yet, after drinking it more than once you may be inclined to swear off all beer for quite some time (I thought adding salt had made it taste better for a while, but I was probably just kidding myself).

As for the rest of us America, If you're going to be drinking domestic lite beer, you should probably just be drinking Fosters. Cheers

RIP American Goddess

(Disclaimer-The worst has happened folks. Now I know that our economy will never recover and the world will become a dark, desolate wasteland.)

Since the end of the 19th century, Majestic America has graced the American people with Mississippi Riverboat cruises which epitomize absolutely the height of luxury.

I have for years dreamed of taking one of these glorious 3-4 day cruises, exploring the majesty of the Mississippi and her charming towns from St. Louis, homestead of Tennessee Williams, down to New Orleans, playground of Louis Armstrong. Along the way one is made privy to the ruins of the old south, including antebellum mansions, grand oaks and and an abundance of fried food, all the while relaxing in Victorian staterooms or sultry saloons or casinos aboard one of the fleet of three paddle boat liners.

This was the summer that I was going to start thinking about planning a mass-party-cruise with as many lucky people as possible. With the affordable rates, unbelievable accommodations and romantic ports of call, I really thought that the time of my life was just a phone call and a short drive to the river away. Now I, and so many unfortunate others, will never experience the majesty, and I am left truly heartbroken at this news.

For information about saving Majestic America line: http://www.majesticamericaline.com (except for the Delta Queen, which has already been modified into a floating hotel in Chattanooga, TN. Good riddance)

Painting

I couldn't help but to post this.






Thank's Greta face, this shit is great.

In other news, I've been juicing the staff at the local stop-in food stores for trends and gossip and came up with some half decent tips for playing scratch tickets. Look for that later this weekend, depending on my level of sobriety.

Bike Porn: Addendum

HEH?