It’s Thursday. Somewhere in Canada, a reader stumbled across a bottle of Beaver’s Dram corn whiskey and immediately realized he had found the holy grail of questionable life decisions. I wonder if it went something like this:
Once he cracked the bottle, things got serious. One sip and he declared it smooth, potent, and capable of putting more hair on his chest than a Canadian winter. By the second glass, he was bragging that he’d discovered the perfect way to get a little beaver on the rocks. By the third, he was no longer drinking whiskey—he was conducting very important research into the effects of Beaver’s Dram on a man’s ability to keep his pants on. By the fourth, the scientific study was officially over, the pants were officially off, and he had apparently decided that the best way to enjoy Beaver’s Dram was to get his beaver thoroughly and irresponsibly involved!
-keep
Hi Keep,
As I strolled through my favourite beverage store, lo and behold, I spotted a Beaver quietly awaiting some loving attention. Most tasty.
Peter

A Better Weekend
So I’m ready for a reset. Hopefully the weather cooperates and I can actually get out and do something fun. After the way last weekend went, I’m not asking for much—just some decent weather, a little sunshine, and a weekend that doesn’t spend two days kicking me in the ass.
Okay, I’ve got a new amateur photo featured today, and it’s ready to kick off another round of weekend goodness. There are also double babes, a healthy supply of jokes, and probably a whole lot of questionable humor mixed in for good measure. So kick back, relax, and enjoy!
-keep
Keep,
I must apologize for cropping our picture (attached) but there were a few identifiable items along with her face that had to go. You’ve been my first stop in the morning for longer than I can remember and this is just some partial payback. Thank you. And I hope that you’re feeling better soon. All the best!
-Anonymous