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Last Call: The “Holy Crap! I Am Hosting Last Call Tonight!” Edition


Due to The Phoneix Pub and the Sportress pulling the old switcheroo last week due to technical difficulties on my part, the fact that I was on Last Call detail this evening really snuck up on me. Here I am, going about my day without realizing I was on the hook and therefore not even giving it a moments thought what the theme would be for tonight.

So, I’m flying by the seat of my pants today, folks. I did an image search for last call and the above image appeared. Doritos Late Night Last Call Jalepeno Popper. First of all, I had no idea that such a product existed and second, what sort of moron would willingly injest said snack chip? All I can think is that after way too many beers, the last thing you would want to do is eat these things. I imagine that the next morning your asshole would feel like the inside of one of those old cigarette car lighters. I guess what I’m trying to say is that if you woke up in the middle of the night, all you would have to do is take off your underwear and walk backwards while looking over your shoulder and you would have an ample glow emanating from your butthole to light the way.

With that mental image firmly burned into your brain, let’s move on the usual routine. But first, can you guys think of any other snacks/meals that you happily feast upon after a night of drinking only to regret it with every inch of your digestive system the following day?


The Entree

  • It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia: “Gasoline Bank Loan”


  • Salma Hayek




  • And for the ladies…


1980s Lorenzo Lamas!!!

Alright, kids. Have a good night. I’ll meet up with you later.