Many of you know Travis and his juvenile antics. Peddling us as rednecks and Civil War impersonators. He’s pawned himself off as some sort of investigatory journalist, to which I have one reply (via Zoolander):
Do you understand that the world does not revolve around you and your do whatever it takes, ruin as many people’s lives, so long as you can make a name for yourself as an investigatory journalist, no matter how many friends you lose or people you leave dead and bloodied along the way, just so long so you can make a name for yourself as an investigatory journalist, no matter how many friends you lose or people you leave dead and bloodied and dying along the way?
Travis has now asserted that our own patron saint, Bryan Adams, is the leader of Hezbollah. Unfortunately (for Travis) this claim is largely unsubstantiated and, like most of Travis’ life, ridiculous.
Starting next week Travis will no longer be able to hide behind his investigatory My Little Pony pencil. In other words, the tickle fights are over. It’s big boy time, and we’re putting our
money beer where our mouth is. Look for a multi-state, multi-national (if you include Canada) beer brawl. We’ve already sent our Swashchuckler IPA to Brad (Unrepentant Individual), Ted (Ted Brews) and Alan (A Good Beer Blog) for taste testing against Travis’ meager piss water. Stay tuned. The s*** just got real.