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...Audiences noticed when, in 2002's Die Another Day, Pierce Brosnan saddled up to the bar and placed an order for a mojito. Sisson says the drink was already becoming popular in Miami, where he was working at the time, but that Bond's affinity for muddled mint launched the mojito to national stardom. In earlier films, Bond's choice of drinks varied widely. He ordered a rum Collins in Thunderball, the liquorice-flavored Middle Eastern drink Raki in From Russia With Love, and even a bottle of Budweiser in License to Kill...
Never before have binge drinking and sustainability come together as they do in Portland-based rock band Red Fang’s “Prehistoric Dog.” Forget about the title of the song—the real message of the video is as follows. Drink. Drink lots of beer. Drink awful, cheap beer (e.g., Pabst Blue Ribbon, Tecate, Kokanee). Drink it with your scruffy friends. Drink it until you vomit. Rock out while you do so. When you’ve had enough beer, hit the nearest metal shop. Now take all your empty cans...
...raunchy opening minutes of “Role Models,” Danny (Paul Rudd) and Wheeler (Seann William Scott) chug energy drinks, verbally assault a preteen, and note that their green-tinged urine looks “like Shrek’s piss.” It’s easy to assume that the rest of the movie will play out like any other flick about emotionally stunted man-children and their misadventures. Yet while “Role Models” is indeed formulaic, the film is saved by a number of hilariously memorable side characters?...
...what's called a "urine diversion toilet," a wider ecological system of waste disposal becomes possible. Solids can be composted for fertilizer and harvested for methane gas. Urine can be used to produce phosphorous and nitrogen and clean, drinkable water. (The question is, will people bring themselves to drink it?) (For travel tips and stories visit time.com/travel.)...
Some of us have trouble getting there in the first place. My dream vacation would begin in Venice (gondola ride, please!). My man and I would slowly eat, drink and explore our way down the boot, ending up in Palermo. My fantasy trip would last about a month and we'd fly back to the States, fat and sassy, speaking just enough Italian to impress the sommeliers at my favorite little East Village wine bar, In Vino. (See 10 things to do in New York City...