Mike Adams

Mike Adams is a literary slop zombie; a mutt breed of surrealism and violence; a man who likes his metal heavy and his rock southern. In May of 2007, he boldly published a book of maniacal short stories entitled ‘Toilet Bowl Soup: Redneck Tales from the Armpit of America’ - selling more than 10,000 copies worldwide. However, in 2010, he released ‘Toilet Bowl Soup: The Holy Sh*t’, which sold about 100 copies - if you count close friends, relatives and other people who felt sorry for him. Mike Adams also co-stars in the films ‘Watch Out’, ‘Phone Sex’, ‘Wamego: Ultimatum’, and ‘Trust Me’. He has also contributed music to the movie “It Came from Trafalgar” starring Hank Williams III and Gunnar Hansen from the Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Mike Adams currently resides in Southern Indiana where he writes for a number of Townsquare Media websites, HIGH TIMES, Playboy's The Smoking Jacket, and Hustler magazine.

Maker’s Mark Stops Watering Down Their Bourbon, Vacation Day Requests Skyrocket

In an attempt to not be tortured and burned at the stake by their customer base, executives at Maker’s Mark have announced that the distillery no longer plans to cut their world famous bourbon with water.

Thanks, Science: Cutting Whiskey With Diet Soda Gets You Hammered

To the wild-eyed booze enthusiast, it is a sometimes-necessary evil to cut 80 proof whiskey with diet soda, to keep that girlish figure without having to throw your balls up over your shoulders and just do shots. Good news, friends -- it's also an efficient way to get tanked.

Budweiser Black Crown — Not Your Trashy Uncle’s Beer

Since the Belgians took over Anheuser-Busch four years ago, the brewer has been searching for new ways to cut costs while their mad scientists relentlessly work to develop new product lines -- including Bud Light Platinum and Bud Light Lime -- in an attempt to attract the more discriminating beer connoisseur.

Why Does My Beer Smell Like a Skunk?

It does not take the well trained nose of a beer aficionado to determine if a beer has gone bad or not. No sir; upscale brew connoisseur and backwoods drunkards alike know that there is only one word to describe the putrid scent of beer gone rotten – and that is “skunk.”

Astronauts Wanted for Mission to Mars – No Experience Necessary

If you've ever dreamed of embarking on a journey to space but never quite felt like you had the chops to hang with the NASA elite, now would be a good time to try to locate an Illudium PU-36 Explosive Space Modulator and a solid pair of moon boots: you just might qualify to go to Mars.

Russia Finally Admits That Beer is an Alcoholic Beverage

There has been some speculation, throughout the years, that drinking booze can lead to intoxication, or even alcoholism. Because of this, Russia has finally decided to officially declare beer an alcoholic beverage as a means of keeping their citizens from turning into full-blown boozehounds. Like us Americans. I mean they didn't say it was because of us, but it's a good bet.

Drunken Man Goes for Joyride on Airport Runway

An airport can be one of the quietest places in the world to spend Christmas Eve; that is as long as there isn’t a deviant bartender somewhere in the place feeding last-minute travelers a high-octane concoction of holiday despair and Makers Mark. At that point, everything from hurt feelings to an international incident is possible - and highly likely.

Whiskey Business: Does Bourbon Really Get Better With Age?

If the majority of top-shelf whiskeys require a 10-20 year aging process, then how are those distilleries just getting started in the business able to market and distribute a brand without waiting decades for their first batch to mature?

New Study Finds There Are Bizarre Creatures Living In Our Belly Buttons

The belly button is a feral petri dish full of all sorts of exotic bacteria most closely resembling a rain forest, according to a recent study.

Public Urinals Stress Men Out

Men tend to get stressed out about using the urinal in a public restroom, according to a recent study from the University of London. Etiquette seems to dictate that, in a side-by-side urinal setting, merely making eye contact can lead to a fight.