Really like this makeup. (via solaris100)
Really like this makeup. (via solaris100)
Cocktail countdown to Halloween-Bloody Brain Shooters
Channel your inner mad scientist with this Bloody Brain Shooter. Add chilled vodka and lime juice to a shot glass, then use a straw to drip Irish cream into the glass. The acidic lime juice will cause the Irish cream to curdle, creating realistic strands of “brain.”
1 1/4 oz. strawberry vodka such as Stoli
1/8 oz. Rose’s lime juice
3/4 oz. Bailey’s Irish Cream
Splash of grenadine
Chill vodka for better smoothness. Add vodka and lime juice to a shaker, shake and strain into a shot glass. Using a straw, dip some Bailey’s Irish Cream into the shot. Once you submerge the straw into the Bailey’s put your finger on top of the straw to hold the Bailey’s in the straw. Dip the straw tip into the vodka and slowly release your top finger. The Bailey’s will curdle a little bit due to the lime juice and you should be able to make strands of Bailey’s.
Repeat the straw/Bailey’s process to build a “brain” in the shot glass. Add a splash of grenadine to the concoction to add the ‘blood’ to the mix. Down the hatch as a shot.
Recipe courtesy Dan Goss, Downtown Grill and Brewery, Knoxville, Tenn.
I can’t wait for Hallowe’en!
teen wolf dog.
Pugs are the cutest dogs ever.
Trying out my clown makeup and hair for Saturday. I’m thinking ‘jesus, what has she done to her hair?’ and ‘what the hell is on her face?’ will about do it.
Last night I ripped the last tutu from an 8 year old’s tiny hands.
At the end of June I moved into a bungalow with my boyfriend. It’s the third home we’ve had together, the first we’ve owned. It’s a lovely little house, full of character. We previously lived in two third-floor flats, so going to zero from the daily trek of 61 steps was a shock (yes, I counted them – there were five sets of ten and a really irritating set of eleven, the last step of which I couldn’t bring myself to stand on).
We’re slap bang in the middle of suburbia now. People wash their cars on a Sunday, cut the grass (which was new to us since we’ve never had grass – the novelty wore off a few minutes into strimming) and have alternate weeks for bin collection – this week it was the ‘grey’ bin for general waste. Next week the blue bin has an outing full of recyclable waste.
I find myself being drawn into conversations about Council Tax and interest rates, if the weather is going to be dry enough ‘to get the grass sorted’ and ‘those groups of kids’ that have started hanging around. It’s surreal.
I don’t think any differently from five months ago, I just seem to have adopted more things to take into account. I still want to go to the pub all day on a Saturday and play the xBox, but now I also want to get an ironing done and hung away. I even have an opinion on which grout cleaner is the best.
It’s amazing how you can adapt to change. I still haven’t washed my car though, on Sunday or any other day. I like to let the rain take care of that (hopefully it doesn’t rain tomorrow though, I fancy getting the grass cut).
My boyfriend and I were throwing our first hallowe’en party and wanted to make some spooky cocktails for the guests. We went to Tesco to get supplies but couldn’t find any plastic jugs for the cocktails. Without thinking, I turned to him and asked ‘Does your mum have big jugs?’
Not content with their lot, the government now want to introduce ‘smart meters’ in homes. These meters will record our energy usage and, unbelievably, give them control to ‘switch off’ appliances if they deem it a burden on the grid. They’re calling it ‘remote intervention’. Can you think of anything more intrusive? Next thing they’ll be introducing is ‘remote digestion’, where they digest food on our behalf because we can’t be trusted to chew the appropriate number of times as outlined by the Food Standards Agency.
Others had heard food items such as kebabs, Coca-cola or crisps could be used as oral contraceptives.
You’ve got this image of me as some drooling, hairy palm scratching, tiara wearing hunchback who just wants to be loved on the internet.
Damn, that guy is getting his lean ON!