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British Rail 1980s Carriage label
21867/6 Coach F
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What's with labels?
hMmmmm...
I don't like using "dating" or "girlfriend;"
so, I shouLdn't be made guiLty by
CBF? aka current boy friend?
You can introduce me as gf, but iLL just look at you funny.
sigh @ Ame society!
This is his cute sister...
I did her red streaks here before we went to the mall.
If my hair was longer & I wasn't in nursing school,
this would be my hair style!!!
I wanted to have fun & experiment...
Their mom was surprisingly okay with it.
Name: Theresa McGee
School: Monroe Elementary
Town: Hinsdale
State: Illinois
I label everything with pictures that I allow the students to access. Other items are labeled with just words to help me remember where I tucked things away.
Still having trouble getting my head round the mail merge feature in OpenOffice... I'm sure its not meant to look like this.
Powers Gold Label Blended Irish Whiskey
Triple Distilled, est. 1791
Now I’m typically a scotch guy when I’m at home, but if I’m going out and plan on flasking I hit the whiskey cuz let’s face it, scotch in a flask would be weird. It’s better sipped in the company of good friends or a good book with something like Bonnie “Prince” Billy or Curtis Mayfield playing on the stereo. It isn’t conducive to squatting down on a crowded dance floor and knocking back a shot out of sight of security or irritable bartenders who work in places that dole out weak pours with high prices (suck it, 45 North).
So I had a night with the homies planned and went to get my usual Kilbeggan. Next to it was this a bottle of Powers Gold Label and it was on sale, bringing it down to the price of Thee Killa B (OK, I’ll file that nickname. Sorry). Being a shrewd consumer I thought “Well shit, if this is usually more expensive, then it must be better! And I can get it for a limited time at this reduced price. Score one for the AFTS!”
Score one? Not quite.
Cuz this stuff sucks.
For real.
Clearly I fell for the oldest trick in the book. The ol’ “Put gold on it, people will think it’s fancy” ruse. Man, what a maroon I am, aye? A true, dyed in the wool rube.
This stuff tastes like someone took some bottom-shelf shit and snuck it onto the middle shelf. Like your kids had been sipping it on the sly and refilling it with lighter fluid and eye drops so you wouldn’t notice the levels drop.
It tastes like someone distilled it in a plastic gin and aged it in an old metal barrel that mobsters used to dissolve snitches in with lye and acid. Then they stored it for three years in a plastic bottle and right before shipping they transferred it to a glass bottle so no one would suspect.
This just reinforces my distaste for all things gold: gold teeth, gold lamè loincloths, gold spray paint (not even good for huffing since you end up looking like you just ate CP-30’s asshole), I guess now that I brought him up CP-30 is on the list, Richard Scarry’s Goldbug (Google it… OK, I used to love it as a small child. I just needed an obscure gold reference).
And now I can add Powers Gold Irish Whiskey to the list. I haven’t tried Goldschlager but I’m pretty sure anything that has to have gold flakes in it to make it sell is too gimmicky to taste good. You know what, I’m just gonna blindly throw that on the list too.
Anyhoo Powers: This is horrible, horrible shit.