Reese yelled at cops, “Do you know what my name is?” I sure do. Your name is “My Career Ended About 5 Years Ago.” I only wish these police officers would have beat her with a nightstick.
Category Archives: Drinking
Elizabeth M. Hanes – repeat criminal walks again
(thank God her mouth isn’t open – rotted and missing teeth!)
Once again our horrible court system has failed. A repeat criminal once again has walked. Great job Jefferson County, Kentucky courts of failing the people of the Commonwealth. A repeat drug addict, drunk and thief walked away once again from numerous crimes. As a taxpayer this pisses me off. This bitch should have been behind bars.
I’ve already talked about this bitch on this site. I won’t waste my time again talking about her crimes over and over. You can read the back stories here and here. You can also see how her work was looked into for prescription fraud also – here. I am just pissed that a worthless person can commit numerous crimes and nothing happens. Could a black kid caught with some crack get away with this? More than likely, no.
Since the court system has failed us, I will sum of Elizabeth “Liz” Hanes for you. She is a pathological liar, thief, drunk, drug addict, user, snitch, bitch and loser. Anyone that abuses heroin is a moron. Her rotted teeth make me wanna puke. The nasty spider veins on her legs due to heroin needles could kill anyone’s boner. She is beyond worthless. A pile of dog shit is better than her.
I could care less if this sounds harsh. The loser has no respect for the law, other people or the well-being of others. The website www.buycrimes.com shows the fact she has no issue in breaking the law over and over. Look at the charges there. They are all drug related charges. If she has been caught twice, no telling how many times she hasn’t. She needs jail time. End of debate.
Think about this. Could you and I get pulled over twice with drugs and avoid jail time? Could we wreck three cars in the past five years, twice (more than likely all three times) while drunk and avoid jail time? Could we hide heroin from the cops and avoid jail time? Of course not. A judge would have thrown the books at us. Elizabeth M. Hanes has walked away from all the crimes named above along with a DUI and fleeing the scene of a crime. Tell me why this cunt is not in jail?
I could say more, but why bother? Our court system is a mess. The rich can do whatever. White snitches can walk. The poor and minority races suffer. That is the American way. Ask Liz Hanes. She has committed numerous crimes with no punishment. Ask a 16 year-old black youth who got 25 for a gram of crack. That is the (UN) American way – injustice.
Irish History #18
Lá Fhéile Pádraig Sona
Chun gach mo chomhghleacaithe Gaeilge Meiriceánaigh, Lá Fhéile Pádraig Sona. Inniu an lá mór a bheith bródúil as ár n-oidhreacht mór. Daoine as gach cultúr ar domhan sa lá atá inniu ceiliúradh a dhéanamh ar ár lá speisialta. Inniu, tá gach duine ar bheagán Gaeilge, nó mar sin deir siad. Tonn Let s na bratacha na hÉireann, deoch go pionta agus scéal ard nó dhó a insint.
Níl níos mó ná ól inniu. Sa lá atá inniu faoi cairdeas. Roinnt scéal le daoine eile. Ag insint scéalta grinn agus cúpla a fheiceáil aoibh gháire ar an duine ar aghaidh. Agus ar ndóigh, tá cúpla pionta beorach na hÉireann. Nó a lámhaigh nó dhá cheann de roinnt uisce beatha Gaeilge mhaith. Just a cuimhnigh, cairdeas maith is tábhachtaí.
Bíodh spraoi agus a lán deoch. Bí sábháilte agus tuiscint coiteann a úsáid lá atá inniu ann. Ná deoch agus tiomáint. Ná lig chairde tiomáint atá ar meisce. Sa lá atá inniu tá thart ar spraoi. Ní Spraoi chiallaíonn go bhfuil easpa de chiall is coitianta. Ní lá atá inniu ann fiú a chailliúint do cheadúnas, a bheith gafa nó marú duine éigin nó tú féin. Ní lá atá inniu faoi ar féidir leo a ól an chuid is mó, blacking amach nó DUI ar. Sa lá atá inniu mar gheall ar an Harp, Shamrock agus Glas, Bán agus Óir.
Irish History # 8
I recently read the book Irish Whiskey: A 1000 Year Tradition
Here are some facts and assertions from the book.
As in Scotland, oppressive laws and taxation drove many people into illicit distilling. “In 1806, out of 11,400,000 gallons of spirits made in Ireland, 3,800,000 of these were produced by illicit manufacturers. In the years 1811 to 1813 almost 20,000 ilegal stills were destroyed by the revenue authorities and the military.”
In the earlier 1800s, scotch whisky was heavy in flavor profile and the English didn’t prefer it. Irish whiskey, which used malted and unmalted barley, was both lighter and more consistent.
When column distillation was invented, Irish whiskey makers were very reluctant to use it to water down their whiskey. They argued against it and refused to use it, while the Scots took to it to dilute their strongly flavored spirit. The lighter flavor profile was more popular both in England and America.
The Irish whiskey industry was further harmed by world war rationing, independence from England, and American Prohibition.
The last remaining Irish whiskey distillers banded together in the 1960s to form Irish Distillers. They were the sole producers of Irish whiskey, which was made both at the Old Bushmills distillery and down at Cooley.
I’ll have some of the more modern history and production of Irish whiskey in a forthcoming story in the San Francisco Chronicle,
Kentucky Moonshine – Yes sir!
Fans and people who read the site always ask, “Why are you called Bourbon?” Most think it’s because I’m a proud Irish-American that loves Bourbon. That is not why I go by “Bourbon” on the site. People who know me well, know I prefer Irish Whiskey over Kentucky Bourbon. I do enjoy a nice Bourbon but I love Irish Whiskey over Bourbon. My friend Keith made a joke on how to create a porn star’s name. Use your first pet’s name and the street you first lived on. Yes, my first dog was a Beagle named “Bourbon”. Hence, the name “Bourbon Stilz”. You figure it out.
That is real Kentucky Moonshine. I do love a nice drink. When it comes to beer, it depends on the beer. I love European and Micro-brews. Mainstream American beers suck. Irish Whiskey, awesome. Bourbon, damn good. American Whiskey, lol sucks. Moonshine when made right, so good. Burns, yes. Taste better than a good pussy, yes. This is not the best moonshine I’ve ever had, but damn good. On a scale 1-10, I give it a 8.0
This stuff is lethal. Yet the sweet taste is worth every burn. Everyone at least once should try some Kentucky Moonshine. The stuff is so good. Don’t ask where I got this from. I have my connections.
My favorite pictures
Since I took down tons of pictures on here, I have gotten emails asking to put some up. Fine, I will. Here are some of my favorite pictures from the past few years. Enjoy.
Here I am fresh back from Ireland in 2010 (see shirt). With me are my friends Shannon and Kelly. No offense to my friend Shannon, doesn’t she look hot in that hat? BTW, I survived a few nights in Dublin. Millions of brain cells did not.
Halloween 2010. Besides Brett (The Penguin), no one is sober in this picture.
I was 20, maybe 21 here. Man I was good looking once. What happened?
Ireland 2010, again. My favorite thing is next to me. Her name was Rosie O’Sullivan. Lovely and I can still hear her beautiful accent like it was yesterday. O’Sullivan means “dark eyed-one” in Irish. This beautiful angel did have dark eyes.
Aww, Shannon and Kristen with me, with Shannon’s husband in the background. Both married, both lovely and I’m still a nerd.
I’m no thug. I’m not ghetto. My alter-ego “T-Bone With A-1″, well, that’s a whole different story. Yes, the gun is real.
It was New Year’s 2013….. I have no clue what’s taking place here. I was on beer #16 along with tons of Bourbon already down my throat.
My favorite person from work with me one night at the Highlands Taproom. Emily beyond beautiful like always!
Halloween 2012. Gilligan’s Island. We came in 2nd. Rigged ass contest.
Sad….. my last night in Ireland 2010. This was me along with some of the staff from the Arlington Hotel. These people were beyond nice and showed me true hospitality. I never felt home sick due to them and I almost didn’t want to leave. If Rosie O’Sullivan would have been mine, I would have never left……
Even though I was not in this picture, this is beautiful to me. This was Ireland. This is where my DNA came from. The forefathers of my dad came from here. I am proud of that. Seeing Ireland firsthand was a dream come true. My dad never got to see Ireland. I made it a goal in life to do so. It was even better than I ever dream it could have been. I am proud of my short-tempered, whiskey drinking, folklore believing, hatred of the British, lover of red-heads and Celtic DNA.
Don’t drink and drive
I ended up being off work today. I am currently at a party. I am drinking (already drunk) to be honest. Here’s my point. I won’t be driving. Drinking while drunk is dumb. Don’t risk going to jail or even worse, killing someone. Spend the night somewhere, call a cab or have a DD. Drinking is fun. Driving drunk is beyond stupid. Have fun and more importantly, be safe.
Highlights of my Year 2012
UK Wins 2012 National Title – This was their third National Title in my lifetime. This one meant more because I got to see UK win two games in the NCAA Tournament with my father. Instead of going out with my friends the night they beat Kansas, I watched it with my father. That was priceless.
We beat the Rapture and the Mayans – Jesus wasn’t ready to call me to Heaven and the Mayans are losers. God bless and I will see you all in 2013!
Simple, but fun vacation – I stayed home for vacation. Twice I got to bar hop with my friends Shannon, Keith and Kathy. I don’t recall much but I’m pretty sure I had fun. That’s why I’m writing about it.
Halloween Party – My friends and I went as the characters from Gilligan’s’ Island. We came in second in this very “fair” contest.
I tried – I gave me ex Liz a chance, twice. I really wanted to see her change. Sad that such a beautiful girl is wasting her life. At least I tried doing the right thing. I feel better knowing I did.
Hot girl – I got to make love to a hot girl. I won’t name her out of respect for her family. Damn she looks good.
New Hangout Place – What’s better than the Highlands Taproom? Simple, the Highlands Taproom Grill.
Only by the Night (Kings of Leon – 2008)
Sex is on Fire – There is a sexy girl I know. We get along quite well. I know for a fact she is an airhead and sleeps around. I haven’t made my move yet because like an idiot, I wasted time on a dumb ex and then two weeks on another loser. On my birthday this girl looked so damn good in some tight jeans. I am not a betting man. But if I was, I am betting this girl could rock the bed.
Use Somebody – I was talking to a girl named Lindsey. She had a job, a car and her own place. Unlike my ex, she had no drug problem and had all of her teeth (and her teeth weren’t rotted from drug use). She was also a redhead, my all-time favorite. We went out on a few dates and had fun. All my friends liked her. She was supposed to be my date this past Saturday. She ended up ignoring me Thursday, Friday and Saturday. Finally she texted me Saturday night and informed me her friend was in the hospital. She then stated she would come see me after work on Sunday since I was out celebrating my birthday. She texted me Sunday night and I asked her was she coming to see me. She said she would Thursday. I then texted her back saying “Ok, liar.” The bitch then called me going off while I was out with my friends. Bitch, get a life. You lied, not me.
17 – I feel like a pervert. A few times this year I’ve been cutting through Seneca Park to see my parents. There will be a group of young Sacred Heart girls jogging, normally in short, shorts. Damn, these girls be looking good as hell. I have three nieces older than these girls and another niece the same age. Man I wish I was 16 or 17 once again.
Be Somebody – I am sick of fake ass people. My friend Shannon’s cousin, my ex, this Lindsey bitch and so many others I’ve met or seen this year. How do these people wake up, look in the mirror and go about their day? How can you be happy in life being a pathological liar? How can you lie daily, steal and abuse drugs and think you “rock”? I guess it’s all mental. Maybe people are born to be losers. I rather be somebody than a fucking loser.
