Amidst this Prohibition (http://rt.com/news/czech-alcohol-prohibition-poisoning-188/) a famous Praha singer dropped her newest single titled “Do you know the methanol man?” which refers to the mysterious man who is getting between bitches and booze. This is a thing no man should ever do. Also, the famous singer I just referenced goes by the name of Lady Gordo, a distant cousin of Lady GaGa from the land of El Burrito Loco (she is queen of this late night burrito shop and may even be the inspiration for a frequent member stamp card, stay tuned).
This is Lady Gordo’s latest Teen Bop magazine cover (she is the desired mate of every teen Czech boy)
Let me give you the melody for this future Grammy award winning pop single—sing it to the beat “Do you know the methanol man, the methanol man, the methanol man” and when appropriate insert “who lives in bumb fuck Czech Republic”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lMOd8WADZZM
(excuse the music video, we had limited time and stage production funds)
This catastrophe has brought about a deep desire for me to reflect upon American history, as always. Back in the day the breezies of our united nation were pissed at their quagmire old hubbies who would roll back home crunk as Lohan and often unleash Chris Brown tendencies. Rihanna would have been all over this Prohibition movement. Talk about a valid reason. But let’s be real here, booze has gone from making women victims to making them bo$$y and independent. Women can own their own companies that sell Vodka to the aforementioned scuzzbags and make bank off of them, they can throw back shots when they wanna make the moves on a foreign hottie (don’t know anyone anywhere who would like to do this at the current moment), and they can pin drink recipes on Pinterest because that’s what highly educated and fierce females choose to do with their time. Let us take a moment to compare and contrast, cause that’s what a good history paper does.
How lady friends used to feel about Prohibition
vs. how all my Praha sistas are feeling
Prayin’ for that shit to return
In the mean time, I am personally opening a Speakeasy titled “Come Get Crunk with Carl”…wait my name isn’t Carl, it’s Carol*. I’ll be mixing some moonshine and nail polish in my Czech tub so come by and drop some korunas on the finest booze Prohibition has ever seen. Let’s party like we’re in the 1920’s.
*explanation of this will follow soon…it has to do with a certain level of intoxication reached in a small Czech town they call Cesky Krumlov where I sold my soul for beer and wine…and then more beer and then more wine…topped off with wine and a tumble down the river