Buckley's Bad Taste Tour, Varsity: The Word

It's all too familiar. That annoying tickle in the back of your throat that punches you in the face and says, "Damn bitch! I hope you enjoyed getting drunk this weekend, because you are not having any fun this week at all! Bahahahahaha."

And so it goes. And it goes and it goes and it goes. So anyway I'm rooting around the house for my Buckley's and I figure out I've either used it all or it's been lost officially. So I go on the Buckley's website because I can't remember the name of the specific Buckley's that is awesome.

What do I find there? The Buckley's Bad Taste Tour. Where you post a picture of your best "bad taste face" in the hopes of securing a five year supply of Buckley's.

The practical person in me says, "Who would need a five year supply of Buckley's? How do they figure out how much Buckley's you need for five years? Wouldn't it expire?".

The girl getting a cold in me says, "That's the best idea I've heard all day."

Dear Carmex, Tim Hortons, and Oh Henry:

Please put up a contest like the Buckley's one. That way, save for getting up and going to work, I will not have to leave my dwelling for the next five years.

Love,

Jenn

Also, one more rant before I sleep: The word varsity.
When I was a youngin, I had a green tracksuit that read Varsity Girl all over it. I recently purchased a pack of "hipster" panties from lovely Wal-Mart. Because these are the panties of the 6 for $6 variety, I rarely examine the patterns. They are $1 a pair. I do not care. I make sure they are mostly pink, they are the right size, and they are not opened and never have been. Five of the six pairs of these new panties feature no writing. The sixth? In really giant purple letters it proclaims "VARSITY" with a fake coat of arms. But I decide I don't really know the definition of varsity and look it up: "of or pertaining to a university or school team, activity, or competition".

My panties are advertising a team, activity, or competition? Interesting. Very very interesting. Somewhat disturbing. Wal-Mart - your underwear designers are a bunch of pervs.

Carry on.