In Hot Water

Many moons ago, in the land of Myspace, Sindy Slick Booty and I, Grand Master Pants, vowed to entertain and enlighten the blogosphere with our tales of drunken debauchery, excursions into Hollyweirdness, and whatever random shit we could pull from our collective asses.

Thus, In Hot Water was born. A blog inspired by countless emails, text messages, and happy hours. A blog fueled by barroom chili, ice cold Coronas, and Popeye's chicken. A blog written without the use of pants.

And, in case you were wondering: Yes, we are a coupla mushroom-cloud-laying motherfuckers, motherfuckers.