Everyone’s all bent out of shape — but guess what — it’s not really illegal in Wisconsin

Long story short: a woman rented a limo and a hotel room for her 12 year old daughter’s birthday party. She served them “Mike’s Hard Lemonade” (A crime in itself, IMO), left a bunch of condoms around and jumped in the pool with her clothes on.

Skank, yes. Illegal — well, maybe. or maybe not.

Wisconsin is a state that really values it’s citizen’s right to drink whatever, and whenever they like. They have a law that allows parents to order booze served to their kids in any bar with impunity . The only thing this nitwit did wrong was not buying the kids a round of drinks at “Lucky Town Tap Room” instead of providing take-out drinks at the Hampton Inn.

Ok. I’m being a facetious. Milwaukee is a town of drinkers, and the baton is passed from generation to generation. This particular baton has rammed itself up the ass of this idiot mother — but personally, I think it should also be inserted into the rectums of the the parents who didn’t ask questions before they let their middle-school kids go to a co-ed hotel sleepover without asking questions and checking up throughout the night.

One Moron + more morons = lots of little morons.

Now we’re talking! Wisconsin State Legislature, are you listening?

Texas county to name drunk drivers on Twitter

IDG News Service – If you get busted for drunk driving in Montgomery County, Texas, this holiday season, your neighbors may hear about it on Twitter.

That’s because the local district attorney’s office has decided to publish the names of those charged with driving while intoxicated (DWI) between Christmas and New Year’s Eve.

Wisconsin has the third highest drunk driving fatality rate, and the most lenient DWI laws in the country.

More information from the Wall Street Journal:

And: TotalDUI blog:

Milwaukee Journal Sentinal: Milwaukee Journal Sentinel:

The Unusable and Superficial World of Beer and Alcohol Websites – Smashing Magazine

The alcohol industry doesn’t have to even try to get it right. Their product sells itself, especially to people who can’t read, and are too drunk to use a QWERTY keyboard.

Or I shall rise up from my bed of sorrows and smite you with a white-hot revenge, man.

1:19 am Monday night the phone rings.

Now, I live with my elderly parents who specifically DON’T have phones in their bedrooms. Why? Because someone with a lively personal life is apparently one digit away from their telephone number. Me, I’m still in the mindset of “Oh my Gosh. What if one of my kids got arrested and needs to get bailed out in the middle of the night?” or “What if my future-ex-husband was just nailed by a drunk driver and the hospital is calling to tell me I’m now a widow.” In other words, I ALWAYS answer the phone.

1:19 am I’m pulled from REM sleep by my phone. I bolt to answer, still remembering the downy kisses of–oh, never mind. “Hello?” “‘S Rog there?” “Huh? Who?” “Rog?” “Wrong number”, and I hang up.

But my mind does not hang up. I stare at the ceiling. I do Yoga. I eat crackers. I read my book. Two hours later, at 3:19 AM I’ve had enough. I pick up my phone and scroll down to my mystery caller’s ID, and hit dial.

When his cell phone prompts for a message (of course, and Rog’s friend is sleeping the good sleep of the non-introspective mind), I blurt, “How does it feel to get a call in the middle of the night because someone can’t dial the right number (beat) MORON!!” and I hang up.

If nothing else I got the last word. Ha. So there.

well, sort of . . .

Un Chien Bleu is number 17 on the NetworkedBlogsTop 31 Blogs in: Milwaukee list. (Whoo Hoo!)

Lets not talk about the number 31. It’s too weird to contemplate.