I was just watching t.v., looking for some inspiration and, luckily, I found it.  I stumbled across the video for the song “Stupid” by Girlicious (not to be confused with “Stupid Girls” or “Stupid Girl”; this song is totally different).  I was immediately struck by how well choreographed the video was.  The girls were all gyrating like high class “exotic dancers” as opposed to the cheap-stripper-like motions of, say, Christina Aguilera.

The next thing that caught my attention was the costumes.  Clearly the wardrobe department spent a lot of time ensuring that the girls plaid mini-skirts were just short enough that their underwear was easily exposed every-time they thrust their buttocks back.  And speaking of buttocks, these young ladies are in very good shape.  I can only assume that they have some expert teaching them how to binge and purge properly in order to maintain their emaciated figures.

I would be remiss if I neglected to point out the brilliant vision of the director of this video.  His idea to start out with the scantily clad girls “dancing” in the street and on a car, then  getting a large group of girls together and having them all strip down to their bras and panties before moving the four stars into a bedroom where they would continue to “dance”; really showed his genius.  Then ending the video with the girls jumping on a bed having a pillow fight; now that was truly awe inspiring.  This video really moved (certain parts of) me.  In fact the video was so well done that it was only until after I had, um…calmed down that I realized I didn’t even notice the music or the lyrics.  Which is good, because who needs that sort of stuff distracting you when you’re trying to enjoy a video like this.

Okay, so after I wrote this I went and looked for the video online.  Apparently it’s actually called “Stupid Sh*t”; not that it changes my opinion in any way.  I guess I must be kind of tired out though, because watching the video again less than 20 minutes after the first time I just wasn’t…moved in the same way.  Maybe later.

We’ve been scheming away late at night over brews, trying to figure out how to give back to some of our favorite blogs and sites out there. How to show them that we really care, in a special and heartwarming way. If you sample everything in these redneck beer gift baskets, it may be heartburn inducing as well!
Think of this as our unique award for just being you. If we send you one of our  Redneck beer gift baskets, we hope you might pass it on to a few unsuspecting bloggers yourself.

You can pick up the code right here: Send a Virtual Beer Gift Basket

Of course, you don’t have to “reward” anyone (snicker inserted here) if you don’t feel like it. Just sit back, crack one of our virtual Blue Beaver Beers and sample one of the many snacks included in the basket. Enjoy!

Our first deserving victim, I mean, recipient, is RT from Untwisted Vortex. His wife is coming home soon for her  Philippines vacation, and RT has a big party planned. I wanted to send over this beer basket before it’s too late and he had to make do with some inferior brand of beer like Skrokanee or Moose Drool. We hope he has a great shindig over there, and we wish him and his wife the best!

We decided to use hand picked bullrush fronds from the banks of the mighty Horseguard River, instead of a stainless steel bucket as in our usual beer gift baskets. That a little less of a redneck gift this way I know, but I thought RT’s wife might appreciate the basket for house decorating.

What is going into Richard’s basket? Well,  we’ll start it off with one dozen Blue Beaver Beers, lovingly surrounded with 2 layers of bubble wrap to make sure they get there in one piece. You can check out our Virtual Beer Basket code page to see the rest of the snacks. I know your mouth will be watering in anticipation and envy when you see what we are sending to the Philippines!

There is a line in the movie “Pulp Fiction”, spoken by John Travolta’s character Vincent Vega; “They’ve got the same sh*t over there that we do, it’s just that over there it’s a little different.”  I had occasion recently to travel down from Alberta into the U.S.A. and that is pretty much what I was thinking a lot of the time.  For the most part I knew which differences to expect and yet they still surprised me a bit.

For example, when we crossed over into Montana I noticed that speed limit sign and gas price signs were in Imperial measurements as opposed to the Metric that we are accustomed to.  Now this in and of itself was one of the things that I expected; but what surprised me was a speed limit sign that said “70″.  When this is translated into metric it works out to 113 km/h.  On the majority of our highways the speed limit is 100 km/h and only on a couple of our freeways are we permitted to do 110 km/h ( at least that’s the technically legal limit).

As well I have heard a lot about skyrocketing fuel prices in the U.S. (a problem which also afflicts Canadians).  The cheapest price I saw was 3.86 $/gallon.  After you do the Metric conversion that come out to 1.02 $/Litre.  The average price in Alberta right now is 1.26 $/L so for us that was cheap.

Another thing that I expected was the fact that you can buy alcohol in just about any store down there.  Even so I was not prepared for the convenience of picking up some groceries and grabbing a six-pack at the same time.  Around these parts I have to walk across the parking lot and go into the separate liquor store that’s run by the grocery store  This causes me to spend precious extra minutes shopping when I could be already headed home so that I can start drinking that much sooner.

A part of me knew it would be too much to hope for to find some Blue Beaver Beer while I was down there.  What shocked me though was that no one I spoke to had even heard of it!  The one retailer did direct me to try “Moose Drool” which I did enjoy quite a bit.  Although, take it from me, it doesn’t actually taste anything at all like real moose drool.

Looking for a way to save money on gas? Try an hho fuel generator.

Well, you can clearly see what I have been doing for the past several days.  That’s right, I’ve been riding Tremors with an 11 year old girl (don’t worry, her mother [sitting right behind us] said I could).  I wanted to perform an experiment.  You see at first she was scared to ride the roller coaster, but after promising her all the cotton candy she could keep down she agreed to go on it.

After many rides she was finally able to calm down enough to quickly flash a thumbs up sign at the camera.  At the same time I very carefully and deliberately posed in such a way that I looked terrified (even though I wasn’t).  And thus, I was able to get the picture that I wanted.

And if that girl ever tells you that I was really scared or that I was screaming during the ride, don’t believe her; she’s a lying little weasel (I was yelling-there’s a difference; look it up in a dictionary).