If you watched the VP debate last night you heard a lot about Sarah Palin’s BFF, Joe Six Pack. But who is he? What does he like? What does he do?We don’t know Joe Six Pack personally (though we have hooked up with his cousin, Mark Quarter Barrel…who could not keep it up), but we imagine he’d be something like this:

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5′11, brown hair, brown eyes, some sort of facial hair, big hands and a tattoo of some sort (possibly his kids’ initials) on his upper arm. No actual six pack to be seen behind the slight beer belly hanging over the top of his ill-fitting denim. Read More »

After trying many classy brews, it’s about time I reviewed an old standby of mine, Pabst Blue Ribbon. A pharmacy favorite, PBR can be found nearly everywhere beer is sold – and some places it’s not.

PBR pours a light straw color with…oh forget it. Who am I kidding, here – it’s Pabst. If you’re looking for a complex taste, you’ve come to the wrong place.

Now, if you’re looking for the perfect way to get wasted without resorting to drinking out of a trough, well…there you have it. That trashy, piss-drunk at the quarry vibe is here in spades.

We all have friends who are either staunch defenders or serious haters of the beer related to hipster dives and bozo jocks alike – and that’s the magic of it all. Without taking notice, both parties have developed an affinity for PBR’s cheap musk and watery taste.

It’s like world peace in an aluminum can…or something like that.

Pabst Blue Ribbon stats:

Smells like: house party at the McCarthy’s, 1996

Tastes like: minor malts in a tin can alley

Alcohol content: 4.74%, but you can drink a billion

Oh, Myspace! How we love denying all your porn spam. How we love the hours we spend perusing your bad, drunken poetry and those lovely 3 a.m. photos of beer pong. Wait a second…

The next time we log in to MySpace, let’s just hit delete. January 30 is International Delete Your MySpace Account Day. The idea was started by Bloggasm’s Simon Owens, who realized life is too short to wait for excessive banner ads to load.

Do we really need to know when the kid who sits behind us in Chemistry class celebrates his birthday? Do we really enjoy all those crappy Kelly Clarkson songs blaring from random profiles? And let’s not even get into Top 8 drama. Think of the hours we could save by not stalking people online. Maybe we’d have time to study for that quiz after all. (more…)