8 Signs She Might Be A Hot Mess

1. One Nightstand: Her nightstand has more prescription bottles than the back wall of a pharmacy. If it looks like you just spent the night in the love nest of Charlie Sheen and Lindsay Lohan…she might be a hot mess! But hey if you like a variety it’s actually like dating 3 or 4 different girls at once.  It’s quite amazing all the different moods and personalities that originate out of those little transparent orange cylinders! It’s like The Bachelor meets Intervention…that’s the reality you’d be living! PS…get her a mood ring …seriously!

8 Ways to Get a Drink at Stampede this year (or any bar)

Stampede is just around the corner folks! Here are some sure fire tips to ensure that you don't go thirsty and find yourself with an empty trough!

1. JUST THE TIP: Pretty standard! Throw a $20 bill (it's Stampede remember) in the tip jar...damn sure the next time I see ya lurking round my bar I'll pick you out of the crowd like a lucky kid at a MIchael Bublé concert!
   
   NOTE: Treat that tip jar like a parking meter...sooner or later that $20 will expire and you will have to feed the meter again!

Top 7 Instagram Pet Peeves

Every time I peruse my Instagram there's always a few photos that catch my eye and make me shake my head! I'm sure some of you can relate and may even be guilty of one or two of the following. I'm a recovering cup cake eating, selfie taking, suns out, guns out junkie myself! 

Enjoy...

1. THE COPYCAT: You post the same photo as your friend cuz you think you're way hotter than them but find out later you got crushed in the double tapped mini hearts department! You just cashed your reality cheque and it bounced! Boom!
   

My Flight to Disneyland: 24D

24D...the worst seat ever! So on my recent little adventure to find the happiest place on Earth I boarded a plane with one good arm and the other nestled into my chest comforted by the UltraSling 2! I got a little overzealous while taking a selfie and tore my bicep flexing in the mirror. I liked what was staring back at me…I blame Justin Timberlake for that! Anyways, being a big fella with long legs and bad knees (I’m literally falling apart like a slow cooked pork roast!) I pondered the idea of requesting an emergency exit row but was quickly shot down by the stewardess (I mean flight attendant…I mean stewardess…whatever) due to the fact that I only had “one able arm”…I thought my charming ways could convince her to turn a blind eye…apparently not! She must have been a lesbian…not that there’s anything wrong with that…I think they’re pretty cool…just not what I imagined my first experience with one to be like. I have a vivid imagination! I even tried to explain to her that I was a nude arm model heading down to LA for a big photo shoot and I was keeping it under wraps, protected from the elements. No dice! She said…”There’s a seat open in the back where you can rest your arm in the aisle and be out of the way” I figured Hey that doesn’t sound so bad. So I slipped away into obscurity towards the back of the plane. And there she was…in all her glory…24D!

A Word From The 30 Year Old Bartender

Once upon a time when Mark Zuckerberg was in his dorm room stealing my idea (not really but if I had a hot tub time machine…you can be damn sure that you’d be reading this little rant on LeifBook!) I heard a song by a couple of PETA supporters named Big & Rich bout saving horses and riding cowboys. Being newly single I thought to myself “Hey, that sounds awesome…I wanna save horses!” so I picked up a bar blade, a black felt hat and went got myself a job at the local country saloon! I had to start from the bottom now I’m not…like Drake! I was a barkeeps assistant…also known as the bartender’s little…umm…helper! It wasn’t a bad gig…I got to stock the bar, chill in the liquor room (literally…it was cold) and help the pretty bartenders out with math! I was a computer scientist in training and they were…well…“pretty”! I would Rain Man drink prices for them! Just blackout and BOOM…$11.50…complex calculations like that!

Is this real life?! Or just Facebook?!

Hmm...Facebook, why are you asking me if I know my pending friend requests outside of Facebook after I have responded to their request with a confirmation?! Why would I confirm them if I didn't?! Unless maybe they were really attractive randoms but still?! Do you get more points for the friends you know in real life...does it bump up your Facebook cred?! What is real life these days...peeps walkin around aimlessly with their faces buried in their smart phone tweeting slang, abbreviations, and hashtaggin nonsense?! It's fun...I get it...but does your vocabulary consist of anything not on Urban Dictionary?! What is "ur"? You're or your? Does it belong to you or are you it?! Can you even hand write your name anymore?!