Unfortunate beverage names.

This morning I crawled out of bed a little after seven because one of the neighbors apparently reported us to the city for not properly edging our yard, and I had to get it done before the temperature hit 100° (it's only 96° now). The new weedeater/edger went through two spools of line in no time flat, so I traipsed off to Home Depot to buy some in bulk (total used: 7. Damn corner lot). Also, light bulbs.

I called Mrs. Cwabs to see if I could pick up breakfast, and she asked me to stop by and pick up laundry detergent while I was out, so I headed of to Schmuck's (Firefox said I'd spelled the name wrong, and offered that as a correction) to get it.

Walking from the bakery (speaking of unfortunate names, they sell "custard pillows") to the cleaning supply aisle, I passed this on an endcap near the actual beer.



It's not every day you see a six-pack of something that was obviously named after an adult film.

...and Jesus said, "You must see Bourne again..."

Before The Bourne Ultimatum this evening, they played the trailer for American Gangster--I remarked to no one in particular, "Denzel Washington and Russell Crowe? It's like Virtuosity, only good."