The creation of Mark Zable(who was probably smoking the good shit when he came up with the idea), Deep Fried Beer will of make its glorious debut at the Texas State Fair competing in the Big Tex Choice Awards on Labor Day. Zable’s Deep Fried Beer will compete against other fried anomalies like Deep Fried Frozen Margarita, Texas Fried Frito Pie and Fried Lemonade.
To make his beer infused fried wonder chunks, Mark takes a ravioli, fills it up with Guinness, seals it and then tosses it into a deep fryer. It’s said that your first chomp on this boozy ravioli will sends a shot of beer, deep into the hear of Texas, or your mouth. Zable says it took him three years to perfect his drunken pasta and, keeps the intimate deep fried deets of Deep Fried Beer, under wraps.
78 pints of Guiness? Check. 32 pints of Heineken? 27 Slippery Nipples? Check. Check. 8 shot of Jagger? Barf Check. Never forgetting how the f*$k to party? Priceless.
A Dutch brewery has one-upped Brew Dog’s impossibly boozy 55% beer (served up road-kill style) with a brew called, Start the Future. Start The Future boasts a liver-churning 60%(or 120 proof) alcohol content, PER BOTTLE. The price tag? $45 for .333 liters.
A company called Bev Shots creates amazing prints (like my personal favorite Vodka, above) by photographing beer, wine, spirits and cocktails under a microscope. All prints are hangover free!
Courtney Love and the Trannylicious Amanda Lepore. Photo via Courtney Love’s Facebook page.
Courtney Love’s VH1 “Behind The Music” premieres on Sunday night. After watching this mind-fucking 3 minute teaser for the show via Dlisted, I had to go lay down. How I’m going to make it through two hours of Courtney’s balls-out brand of crazy is beyond me, but I’m going to try.
More of Love’s “for your eyes only” NSFWorpeoplewithheartconditions Facebook photo spread via YEEEAH.
Jake the Snake Roberts and Ronald McFondle of SPS. Drunk of the Week photo from July 14th, 2009 by Kelly O.
Seattle photographer and writer for The Stranger, Kelly O, will open an exhibit of photographs called Drunks ‘n’ Punks at Easy Street Records in West Seattle on June 10th. In addition to taking some great live shots of drunk musicians when they were drunk, the real stars of O’s show will undoubtedly be the Happy Hour 4-EVA! subjects that have appeared (as far as they know) in her “Drunk of the Week” feature that has run in The Stranger for the last seven years.
Danny Trejo (aka: Machete) and his heartwarming Cinco de Mayo shout out to Arizona.
Here’s a special Cinco de Mayo edition of the new Robert Rodriguez movie Machete that includes a warning holler out to all of the desert dwelling racists fine citizens of Arizona.
Cypress Hill, Light it Up from the 2010 record, Rise Up. Happy Birthday Andy!
Cypress Hill will be streaming their live 4:20 show from the Warfield Theater in San Francisco tonight. Fittingly, Cypress Hill’s eight studio record, Rise Up, also came out today and features contributions from Soul Brother #1, Pete Rock (!), Tom Morello and Everlast. If you’re not in San Fran, you can stream the show live as it happens via BREAL.TV starting at 8pm PST today.
Mickey Rourke for Barvaria Beer. For LP who also loves Mickey Rourke and beer.
Here’s Mickey Rourke proving that he doesn’t need booze to act like Mickey Rourke in a commercial for a non-alcoholic beer by Dutch beer maker, Bavaria. In other related news, Mickey Rourke saying, “Hey man, I need a drink – give me a fucking beer!”, is my new ring tone.
Adventure Time! More madness from the every excellent Fred Seibert. For AFJ.
Adventure Time!, a new animated series for kids, will make it’s debut in April. Why should you care? Because Adventure Time! is basically a super-trippy, PG rated version of Super Jail. Yes, really.
So, be sure to clean out your very best Budweiser bong because Adventure Time! premieres on Cartoon Network on April 5th.
In what was undoubtedly a huge relief for the makers of Jack Daniels, Keith Richards told Rolling Stone magazine that the rumors regarding his recent breakup with booze are false…:
The rumors of my sobriety are greatly exaggerated. And we’ll leave it at that.
I don’t know about you but, I’m pretty sure booze is what’s keeping Keef so well preserved. If Keef gave up the hooch, he would completely disintegrate. And he knows it. Good call Keef. Lucky for you, Jack is always there take you back…
Just one of these porky suckers packs two cups worth of caffeine. Made by San Francisco’s Lollyphile, the company uses only organic, sustainably farmed bacon and Vermont maple syrup to create their new bacon lollipop.
Lolliphile also makes a slew of different boozy lollies in flavors like Bourbon, Absinthe, Irish Cream and, a flavor the for the Dude inside all of us, White Russain.
The March issue of Men’s Health Magazine contains a list of the most drunk cities in the US. Seattle was given a C+ for our current level of intoxication. For SHAME! Although we did one-up Spokane(C) and flat out beat Portland (D+), there is clearly room for improvement my fellow Emerald City boozehounds.
The biggest shocker on the list was that Boston received the dubious honor of being the “least drunk city”. SACRILEG! Although Boston’s sober status kind of makes sense since I don’t live there anymore.
The study based their findings on uplifting data such as death rates from alcoholic liver disease, booze-induced accidents involving motor vehicles, hospitalizations due to binge-drinking, and DUI arrests.
To see where your city ended up on the list, click here.
How Mickey managed to match his gold cowboy pimp chains to his hat is a mystery to me. With that said, I’d still hit it with a riding crop. And blindfolds. Anyway, here’s Mickey Rourke giving the paps the 2 am “what’s your number ’cause I lost mine” side-eye at the Golden Globes last weekend.
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If boozing was an olympic event, we would be on a box of Wheaties. If this all sounds familiar to you (and your mother), welcome home.