How a beer and a haircut are like Reese Cups

I saw an newspaper article yesterday that, well, wait…is it still a newspaper article if you only see it on the interwebs doohickey and never actually see it in newsprint?  I mean, it’s still in a newspaper somewhere, right, even though I never saw it?  Or is this some “if a tree falls in the forest but only the Honey Badger hears it, does anyone give a sh!t?” Zen kind of thing?

I don’t know.

I guess I’ll stick with just “article”.  So, anyway, I saw an article yesterday online about a barbershop I used to go to that’s planning to offer beer and other libations along with the shave and a haircut later this year.  Well, if you know me at all, you probably already realize that I’d consider such an combination the best thing since that one jerk dropped his chocolate into that other dude’s peanut butter.   And no, that’s not a euphemism; Reese Cups are Just. Plain. Awesome.  For real, if you don’t like Reese Cups, you’re clearly an evil cyborg bent on human subjugation.

Like I said, though, the bar in the barbershop is an even better idea, and this one in particular really rocks because there’s something personal in it for me.  What’s that, you ask?  Well, I wrote all about it in a Hoperatives post today.  Jump on over there and find out.

I’ll wait here.  Thinking about Reese Cups.  And how Easter’s coming.  Which means Reese Eggs.

Awwww, yeah, boyz.  Reese Eggs.