New Jersey kicks Old Jersey's ass

BLOG 2007 muthafukkka!!!!
We’re technically 6 days into 2007 and my plan to blog the shit out of the next 359 days is in full effect. Yo, check it. I’m here in the home of Springsteen, Silent Bob and every geographic punchline from 1985 to 1999. That’s right bitches, I’m in New Jersey. Not only is it 2000 percent better than old Jersey, it’s better than a lot of things. This is mainly (strike that) solely due to the fact that their liquor licenses are so difficult to attain that it is customary for people to bring their own alcohol to a restaurant.

Yes.

That’s.

Right.

You can bring beer that you bought at liquor store prices—like 80 cents a beer—into a restaurant and drink it without punishment. Or in other words, New Jersey encourages you sneaking liquor into their establishments. WTF!?!?!?!?!?

Actually, to be fair, it’s not even “sneaking”. We’re just legitimately bringing the beer—and wine—into their establishment (in this case, a delectable food-erie called “Cuban Pete’s”—with no recompense. (I would usually attribute this to the fact that their eatery is named after a ridiculous Ricki Ricardo song made popular by plastic-faced “comedian” Jim Carrey for the film “The Mask”, but in this case I’ll let it fall under the jurisdiction ofJersey-ness, and let it slide. In any case, it was awesome.

I’ll post pictures as soon as I buy another one of those stupid cables.
EYES: New Jersey
EARS: Springsteen